In photos: 72 hours in Paris

On Thursday it happened: I melded into my kitchen table, cross-eye’d and atrophying from my lack of activity. I could no longer see the forest for the tree (ferns). Luckily the next day it was off to Paris for a weekend getaway with the girls from work! Most of the girls had never been to Paris before, though…

Snakes, no, CATS! on a plane

Today was the worst day I’ll have leading up to my departure. I hope, anyway. At a moment’s notice I found someone to porter Wally the cat over to Canada, where he will stay with friends for the indefinite future. Since I don’t have a partner here in Sweden, no kids and no immediate family, Wally…

The planning begins: five months till take off

I’ll be leaving my home and job here in Sweden in just over five months – or 165 days to be exact. This is the close future, but not close enough that I have started to panic yet. As I am still reasonably calm, I am going to use this time to really plan and…