While Sweden is nurturing a collective hangover, I’ve started to pack up the apartment. I don’t have a lot of stuff, but packing for a move is still horrible to me. I hate it. It’s weird, because I kind of like packing for a trip. This is the same, essentially, but also not at all. At least it’s a good opportunity to get rid of stuff I don’t need anymore. Moving next week, to a semi-furnished apartment, which I already regret. Oh well.

Stockholm was a zombie town last night. Cities are meant to be empty.