at least i know who i was when i got up this morning, but i think i must have been changed several times since then

we allowed ourselves to escape from stockholm to my brothers summercottage.
on the car i thought that this was one childhooddream come true, going on a summercottage with ones family. and it was. the whole weekend we spent eating white bread and drinking earl grey with honey, playing monopoly (i won for the first time in my life!), reading aloud books to eachother on a picnic blanket (i read alice in wonderland for him and he read some old ghoststories). and the city sounded violently loud when we got back home.