Swedish christmas

Came back to Geneva today, after having spent christmas in Sweden. The unlikely scenario occured that it unexpectedly started snowing the night before christmas eve. So when I opened the blinds in the morning I was struck with more than usual christmas happiness. Well, I guess you could probably say that the snow was actually the highlight of my christmas this year. Everything else was as usual an anti climax of huge proportions. The food was good and the presents too, but the day passes so quickly and it's not like it's particularly fun. Every now and then I wish that my parents lived in the city so that I could at least go out and get drunk in the evening or something like that. Instead I have to settle for sober walks with the dog.

Went to Stockholm a few days before and after my stay in Småland, and was more than a little stressed by the January sales and by the fact that my suitcase was too full of christmas presents for there to be any room for new clothes. Bought a pair of trousers, a coat, a hat and a t-shirt at Weekdays, all half price, but I desperately wanted to buy more.

Had a very annoying flight back this morning: I was met by a huge queue as I entered terminal 2 at Arlanda, and of course that queue led to the easyjet desk. I had no other choice than to join that huge queue even though I hate queuing more than anything. It took me 40 minutes to get to the counter. So, what the hell happened to self check in machines? To fast and easy baggage drop? When I finally got to the check in desk, it was pointed out to me that I had 2 hand luggages. Well, yes, I always do. Always. One rucksack and one handbag. And it has never been pointed out to me before. Or to the woman at the counter next to me. I got away with it this time, but only just. Ridiculous! About 50% of the passengers around me had two bags.

My 40 minutes of queuing left no time for taxfree shopping, which really pissed me off, because that was something I had been counting on. On top of that, the take off was delayed, which would have been fine with me if it had been announced in advance. But since it wasn't, I passed through the passport control on time, and had nothing to do during this extra wait.

Had bought a Swedish autobiographical comic book called Hey Princess at the train station, and read it on the flight in one go. It basically covers the Swedish indie scene in the 90s, and made me a bit nostalgic. Life was so easy then, and I didn't even know it.

Thought I wanted to go back to Geneva when I was in Stockholm, but once I got here I realised that I don't really want to be here either. I suppose I was longing for a change rather than for Geneva. Maybe it's the season I want to get away from, or maybe the boredom. Maybe both. Maybe what I really want is to move to Barcelona. Or something.