Stockhome

So I moved back to Stockholm. If feels like home, yet less friends, since they all have moved away (damn, you international people).

Ott is greatly missed, since he was my partner in crime here...well, less sobbing and more awesomeness.

Phone number is sorted. Fred's uni is sorted. Home is nice. In four weeks time we should be legit residents. Vi har det bra.

Since this damn country can process analog film-rolls only in one week time (In Tallinn it takes six hours), I have little to show.

Last minutes in Estonia. Luckily we took our To-yo-yo with us, 

she bravely carried my clothes and Fred's technical equipment like a queen: 

I'M SO SO SO SO AFRAID OF BOATS,

especially when I had all my dearest people and items with me. 

Here I was ready to die near the emergency boats:

 I guess I die another day:

Wilma loves his Fred:

I have posh royal garden next door and the ducks are my pets:

Will work for food:

I'm thinking in Swedish, score!

Fred means peace in Swedish and Mr.Fred is literally that.

My week so far: