After one year of controlled chaos I'm finally back home. Well, not really home (I don't know where that is to be honest), but it's a start. I'm back in Hagsätra. The south of southside Stockholm suburb I briefly called home before embarking on my round the world trip last year. So, anyway, I'm here again. And this time... this time... I HAVE MY OWN FLAT! Yeah! It is soooo nice.
OK, enough bullshit about how happy I am about stuff that must other people consider normal. Sorry.
Today was a good day. I accomplished a "kickflip on the rocks" (literally). Pretty cool, at least if you ask the nine-year-olds playing on the basketball court next to my little mountain. Haha.