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So, I'm an 'expat'. I'm a British expat at that, and living in a sea full of 'immigrants' who are also fresh to Scandinavia, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with my newly acquired label. To tell you the truth, it feels a very sodding white way of being addressed, but that is a whole other rant… Continue reading The pros and cons of Expatting in Sweden.
As previously mentioned in my last post, baby massage had come around. The little green notification light screamed at me that Märta, my midwife, had tried to call me four times. I swipe away the task bar and roll out of bed. Eryn is sprawled in the middle of the bed that we share (poor… Continue reading One foot on the platform, t’other is on the train (bus, actually..)