Reading through all this stuff again is making me really miss Sweden. Even the panic-inducing bureaucratic parts. September 29, 2014 Due to the fact that my decision letter was written entirely in Swedish, I couldn’t read it right away. After a sufficient amount of panicking I came back to the dorm and turned to Google […]
Untitled: Sometime 2014 I invited your Warm spiced musk scent of Play, laughter, books, Creation, art, prayer, closeness Openness, crumbling walls, safety Into my bed Where is came to stay And kept me warm.
September 19, 2014 I applied for my residence permit, or visa, just over two months before moving. I applied as soon as I could (within days of receiving all of the paperwork I needed for the application from my home university) and I applied through the worldwide internet, which expedited the process quite a bit […]
J__ She’ll make you wish Her painting on the ground Face down. You’ll soften to her Slowly When she smiles at you in the hall And you realize like dawning She’s trying to paint you But can only paint herself.
Uppsala’s domkyrkan is the biggest church in Sweden and you can see the spires reaching for the sky from just about anywhere in the city. If you can’t see them, it’s usually because there’s something else standing between it and you. In the course of its existence it has also been burnt down and re-built […]
A______ I have lived And loved In two bodies A thousand hearts A dozen spirits— But don’t think me old Or worn. I’m only just Beginning.
September 4, 2014 I spent a good portion of the flight from Newark to Stockholm dozing, and I spent the majority of the three hour flight from Portland to Newark doing the same – not anywhere deep enough to achieve the necessary REM for dreams or real rest, but enough to give me the energy […]