We arrived in Stockholm last Sunday around 1 am, cleared customs, and joined the taxi line with all of the other late arrivals. After about 30 minutes of waiting, we were all cold, tired, and a little disoriented, but we had finally reached the front of the line.
Theo, Brian, and I have been getting our travel vaccines topped up at a clinic in Stockholm. Across the street from the place where they give vaccines, they have a clinic where you can see general practice or specialist doctors.
Brian seemed skeptical at first when I declared that the shadows are “better” here, but I think I’ve won him over to the idea that higher latitudes make for superior shadows.
Stockholm is great city for long rambles; when I traverse several islands, I can tell myself that I’m taking a journey, not just a walk.
While traveling through so many different homes, I’ve been trying to notice what I like most about each and translate these into ideas to incorporate into wherever we might settle in the future.
I generally spend the first week in a place feeling vaguely disoriented before beginning to find the places and rhythms that make up our daily life. Stockholm, on the other hand, felt immediately and almost completely like home.