Every Friday I pack up my Stockholm apartment. It’s not that much work obviously, the whole purpose of having a set place for my workweek was to get away from completely living in a bag. There are little things, like clearing the kitchen counter, making sure there are no stinky things (usually cheese) in the fridge, emptying the dishwasher that I ran the night before, that sort of thing. Even though it’s just me here, and I’m not the kind of guy who leaves food out, I do think it’s a lot nicer to come back to a clean space. Somewhat clean, at least – I still need to get myself a vacuum cleaner…

I like it here, it’s a nice space, this apartment. I get things written, or translated as it were, while I’m here. It has become a positive space, and I hope I’ll get to keep it when my second hand lease runs out, which is mid-February. Ah, the joys of finding a place to live in Stockholm…