fear not the forest troll


“It is in the forest that we find we can live amongst the trolls and that it is modern life that we should fear.”

I grew up respecting the forests — i knew they could be dangerous. Children go missing in the forest. Bears. Wolves. Scary things can appear as if from nowhere and it is in the silence where only your fear will breathe.
But now that i live in an apartment, not necessarily far from the countryside but far from the freedom that it provides — i realise that it is not the troll i fear anymore. Its the modern world, built up cities & technology.. a fear of never knowing whether to return to Scandinavia (even though i miss it everyday). Thankfully i don’t live online and i don’t consider my mobile an extra limb, nevertheless i’m still out of tune. I’ve never been a city kid — i was born in Southern Denmark out by the fields and the cold, in the summer no less but i’m a snow baby at heart. A wild child that wandered out from the warm moss of the forest and i hope soon to be back where im strongest; In the middle of nowhere where it’s quiet, and beautiful and the old world still lives.

Its a weird day today — i’m not sure where i want to be, where i need to go or what to do. I’ve lived so many places and that makes it difficult to decide where to go from here.

For now, i will go to Ikea and get my Scandi fix of familiar foods and other goodies.

trolls
Hej du. 

where i lay my hat

It’s Friday the 20th of October and it 23:29 in the evening, we just finished watching ” The Last Of The Mohicans” with method actor Daniel Day Lewis — and sometimes something as simple as a beautiful soundtrack can make you ponder and leave you wandering in the forest of your mind for answers you know don’t rustle in those trees.

Home is a hard word — or rather a complicated one. I battle with it often trying to determine where i feel “at home.” If i’ve ever felt at home. Every place has it’s own drawbacks — and if theres anything i’m good at its finding the drawbacks. I’ve lived a long life for a 25 year old; i’ve lived many lives already and i’m far from done. Any expat will tell you that travelling over a long period of time will change you in ways you can’t comprehend. I’m not talking vacation or holidays — i’m talking living a life of travel, of moving from place to place and becoming a part of a new life. A self-sort gift as well as a curse as hard as they come. I’ve never much cared what happened to my life or where it ended up — i usually go with the flow of living and see where the wind blows me, still do. Sure there are things i want to do and accomplish, which i work on little by little every day but theres no place out there that i feel “yeah — thats home and thats where i’ll return to when i’m done dreaming.”

For me home is a person, a breath of air, a stroll to a mountain, a beautiful horizon resting on the sea in any place; a horse nickering in the early morning — thats home. Its the small joys that trigger memories of my family when i’m 4000 miles away in the back end state of nowhere.
So i lay my hat wherever i sleep at night — but never at home, because he already has hat.

where i lay my hat

influenza + tea n’ ikea

Well, its October, and i started the month with chest pains, sore throat and everything that follows. Its such a beautiful month — the trees are turning red and yellow; leaves are crumpling under foot. October is one of the most inspirational months there is, so i sure hope this flu is over soon so i can start enjoying the cooler months before the snow takes over. Anyway, seeing as im currently out of commission i’m spending my sick days knitting, creating an ikea wishlist and working from home when i feel up to it.

Livin’ dangerously.

Influenza, Tea, Ikea