This is my hometown.

It’s something about this place, the mixture of nostalgia, careless childhood years and my early teens filled with anticipation, anxiety and fun. It’s the homeliness, the beauty of the surroundings and the feeling of small town suffocation.

I spent last summer there working and I honestly loved every second of it. I loved the job I had which helped a lot I guess and it was nice to be close to my family. But I also just same back from 4 months of backpacking and I had a ticked booked to Canada that very fall, it was just a pit stop to fuel up my bank account and family quality time. I can assume that a few more months there would make me pretty damn restless..I don’t think there’s anything there for me other than a place to relax, it’s not a place to live.

There’s one nightclub in Rättvik, and the annual fall fair that took place last weekend is a big homecoming event. You know you’ll meet the person that picked on you in school, you know you’ll meet that asshole who broke your heart or that bitch who stabbed your back. But also all those friends you like so much but you live too far away and live too different life’s to hangout but when you see each other it’s like it was yesterday and I love that.

I am thankful for growing up in this weird little community. It always made me feel safe and confident enough to explore who I was and who I wanted to be. The foundation of who I am spiritually, politically, sexually and creatively was laid here thanks to teachers, coaches, friends and parents. And I’m thankful for being such a badass kid that I took the space I needed to stand up for myself and my values during the time I lived there.

My grandmothers parents were born in Rättvik but moved to Stockholm in the 1930 to work, they kept the family farm, and I spent my childhoods summers there. My family moved from Stockholm to Rättvik when I was 5, to give us kids a safer and mor free upbringing I guess. It’s quite different to live in an apartment in a city with a million people and being able to run around naked on your huge lawn on a mountain outside a small own with 11.000 people.
This is the house I grew up in, my great grandfather and some other family members built that and the other houses on the property.

Welcome to the county of Dalarna!

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When you can’t buy to go coffe, you’ll have to sort that out yourself.

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