It’s 5am…again. I hate 5am. The world is a seething cesspool of hate, despair, and frustration at 5am. Here in the so-called winter of southern Sweden, the sun doesn’t even rise for another three hours. There are no pleasant tendrils of pink creeping over the eastern sky bringing the promise of a beautiful day. All we have is the wind and rain whipping at the … Continue reading The 5am Morning Blues
I am your average post-apocalyptic/sci-fi/fantasy guy. When it comes to books, I look for a bit of escapism into another world, or a varied version of this one, but have never been into non-fiction. I deal with this reality on a daily basis, no need to rub it in with a book. But, ever since kids entered the story of my … Continue reading Once upon a book
M has just been accepted into a ‘dagis’, or daycare, facility starting on Monday. He will be attending 1/2 days five days a week. And with this, my run as a full-time hemmapappa is coming to an end. The original plan, the plan that I agreed to when still in Burma and contemplating the move to Sweden, was that I would stay home with M … Continue reading Sowing the Seeds of Regret
Last night I found myself in the basement of a building in downtown Almhult with thirteen other expats watching the film “To Kill a Child”. This was all part of the three hour required Swedish driver’s Risk Education course. As a non-EU citizen residing in Sweden, I have one year to procure a Swedish license, and it looks like the task will be daunting. Sweden … Continue reading To Kill a Child
There is a problem with leading a nomadic lifestyle. Well, there are many problems, but the one on my mind today deals with art. My wife is something of an artist, photography, and I am an appreciator of art. Traveling has exposed us to many diverse art forms and we have collected a decent collection. From Bangladesh we have multiple rickshaw art paintings and some … Continue reading Art in a Shipping Tube
This conversation took place between K and the sweet old lady who lives on the first floor of our apartment building. K was climbing the stairs in full winter gear carrying a twig with green leaves he found on the walk home, which he intended to put with his pine cones; and this lady had just opened the door to her apartment. Sweet Swedish Lady: … Continue reading A Conversation
As a family nomadic, 2012 saw us split our time nearly evenly between Burma/Myanmar and Sweden. My wife and I sat down and put together a list of the Top 12 and Bottom 12 things about each country according to our experiences. (There is no particular order to the list.) Burma Top 12 Friends – as a family nomadic it always seems we are working … Continue reading 2012 Lists
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