July in Sweden

It feels like I'm re-discovering my home country at the moment. I'm all sentimental about wild strawberries and evening sunlight and outdoor clubs. I'm still amazed that you can text the vending machines for credit, and the "new" bus card system. I'm turning my head towards the sun as soon as it's out in typical Swedish manner. In New Zealand, the sun is to strong for that kind of behavior. I am seeing how rude the Swedes can be to each other.

Outside, it's windy. Well, other people comment on how windy it is. To me it seems like a normal day. In Wellington, that is.

I guess you can't really see things for what they are until you've seen something else. For good or for bad.