How strange it is...

How strange it is to be back in Stockholm after so many years...I went into town the other day and took a walk down Memory Lane and it was all very confusing.

I went to Frejgatan where i lived while studying...the over to Vastmannagatan where I had a dinky little apt on the top floor, 4 stairs and no elevator but who cared in those day? I had ENERGY back then....

I strolled around and remembered...so many new shops now...that's where the bakery used to be, they had the best Danish in all of Stockholm...but of course the buildings and the logistics of my part of town was still the same..and yet, everything was different.

I kept looking into the faces of young people wondering if I knew them and then of course had to reign myself in and realize the ones I used to hang with are now old farts...and I was probably staring at their children!

Somehow it filled me with a great deal of sadness as I reflected on the futility of life...how fast it goes...how little control we have over the passing of time.

I used to live here...and then I "went for a ride" and when I came back 30 years have gone...



However..on a happier note, this moving back has prompted me to delve deeper into my Swedish soul and Swedish life in general. I'm curious as a cat as to all the new stuff and people...I go buy a gossip mag and there's about ONE person I recognize and he's ANCIENT...
So many places to discover, so many things to see and do...I can't wait for the snow to disappear and the sun to come out so we can start enjoying this beautiful town!