påsksommar

Har fortfarande inte lyckats lista ut hur en håller liv i en blogg. Alltid är det något som kommer i vägen. Men förra söndagen, efter frukost i sängen och till andra koppen kaffe, scrollade jag genom min blogg och det var så mysigt att läsa om livet förut, satt där och riktigt NJÖT. Därför tar jag mig i kragen, så att mitt framtida jag kan få uppleva samma sak när hon läser om påskhelgen 2019.

Påskhelgen 2019 var så fin och välbehövd. Min hjärna har gått på högvarv de senaste veckorna pga allt nytt det nya jobbet fört med sig och veckan innan påskhelgen hade jag börjat drömma om support plans och rättsprocessen i UK = hög tid för paus. Vi åt frukost länge varje morgon. Helgfrukost med Suote är min favorit på hela veckan, då hinner vi prata om allt vi inte hinner prata om när vi flänger mellan hemma jobb gym säng, jobba äta träna sova. Fint också att en fortfarande kan känna så, efter att ha bott tillsammans på en pytteliten bostadsyta i snart ett år. Att vi inte pratat färdigt liksom. På långfredagen gav jag Suote ett litet påskägg som jag fyllt med hans favoritgodis. Han gillar inte choklad (eller kaffe……) och i UK finns det bara påskägg gjorda av choklad, så han blev glatt överraskad av att få ett påskägg fyllt med lösgodis istället.

Åt min egen vikt i hot cross buns. De ser kanske inte mycket ut för världen men är det bästa med UK-påsken, mjuka och fyllda med gott. Just dessa är fyllda med custard och rabarber, och herregud vad goda de var. Hot cross buns ily.

Vi hängde med våra gulliga vänner i solen vid floden. Älskar vår vängrupp här i York, det är liksom ett mishmash av totalt olika personligheter och liv som ändå funkar så bra ihop.

Suote tog mig till Great Ayton för att bjuda på vad enligt honom är “the best ice cream” och jag är beredd att hålla med. Perfekt vaniljsmak och alldeles silkeslen. Äts med en flake, såklart.

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Vi besteg Roseberry Topping i den stekande solen, svetten rann och våra ben som redan var trötta från gymmet höll på att trilla av, men den svalkande vinden och utsikten på toppen var helt klart värt det. Älskar den Engelska landsbygden. Och älskar den gulliga personen som jag får upptäcka den med.

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Det var värmebölja deluxe (24 grader!!) hela helgen och jag såg mkt somrig ut i oborstat hår och blommig klänning. Plus!! Kolla så långt mitt hår börjar bli!! Väldigt nöjd över detta.

Vi spenderade många timmar på gräset i museum gardens, blundandes mot solen. Somnade till ljudet av lekande barn och spanade på gulliga hundar. Åt den godaste falafeln jag vet från the Middle Feast och glass från glassbåten. Kisade mot det nya gröna lövverket. Ville aldrig vara inomhus igen.

Och hängde under körsbärsträden i solnedgången. Tack påskhelgen, du var fin.

Torsdag till onsdag genom telefonen

Såhär kan en vecka i livet se ut genom telefonen:

Förra torsdagen gick jag på långpromenad och blev helt till mig när jag såg dessa kamelior som redan blommade för fullt. Stod och bara gapade framför busken. 

I fredags var jag ju på afternoon tea med Nastia, Josie och Bronwen för att fira av Nastia's tid här i York. Vi gick till Betty's och omg det var så fancy??! Det satt liksom en pianist och spelade mitt i rummet, och i början kom jag på mig själv med att sitta och viska istället för att prata (säkert för att jag kände mig ganska malplacerad i skinnjacka och boots, oops). Men allt var så himla himla gott, och mitt sällskap var väldigt gulligt.

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I lördags försökte jag glömma allt det som gör ont och gömde mig från omvärlden i biblioteket. Fick dock världens pluggflow och pluggade i 10 timmar?? Första gången på evigheter. När lördagen blev söndag mötte jag upp Josie och vi promenerade genom stan ut mot Clifton där Nastia bor, för vi var bjudna på glass! Vi stannade var tionde meter och fotograferade våren. 

Jag menar, kolla bara. Resten av dagen spenderades hos Nastia där vi åt glass, testade VR-spel och skrattade tills vi grät, innan vi gick hemåt igen i den ljumma kvällsluften. 

I måndags vaknade jag med trött kropp och hjärna efter en orolig natt. Sminkade bort det trötta och kände mig ganska okej ändå. 

I tisdags hade jag min sista lektion för den här terminen?!? Förstår ej hur det har gått till, känns som att tiden runnit genom mina fingrar. Nu är det bara 4 uppsatser + dissertation kvar, och sedan är jag klar med min master. Får svindel när jag tänker på det. Tog iaf den här bilden i tisdagskväll när jag fördrev tiden fram till att jag skulle ta tåget till Leeds och Fatou. Fåglarna kvittrade högt och jag kände mig lättare än jag gjort på länge.

Och igår hängde jag hos Fatou i Leeds, vi pluggade, njöt av solen, kollade på Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them (för att vi ska kunna lyssna på fler avsnitt av Witch, Please) och åt nachos. Allt det som vi gör bäst, alltså. Fatou är verkligen min klippa i livet, vet på riktigt inte vad jag hade gjort utan henne. Och om ni undrar varför vi alltid äter nachos är det för 1) det är sjukt gott och 2) jag har ingen ugn i min lägenhet så vi passar på att utnyttja ugnen till max när jag är där.

Idag är jag tillbaka i York igen, jag planerar FRAMTIDEN och LIVET och struntar i att plugga, hej!

WINTERY YORK AND PANCAKES

Hello, long time no see. I've been so freaking busy lately that there's been no time left for my little internet corner. I have 6 assignments that are due on the 16th of January, but since I want to be able to relax during Christmas (and also because I'm a chronic overachiever who don't know when or how to stop, heh) I'm trying to get the majority of the work done before. So far I've managed to finish my quantitative methods report, 1/4 of my qualitative methods assignments, and 1/2 of my essay on feminist theory. Phew.

Apart from studying I've also hung out with Fatou who came over from Leeds on Monday <333 We had the nicest day (as seen in the photos). The air was wintery cold and we walked around the whole of York, ate pancakes with goat cheese, drank coffee, and just caught up on life. I miss living with her so much. I've also had dinner with Nastia and Josie at a vegan restaurant (I had the most amazing corn fritters, I'm still dreaming about them), we sat there for ages and talked about feminism and academia until the restaurant closed and we had to leave. I have the best friends. And tomorrow I'm flying to Sweden for Christmas!! I'll be spending 10 days in Uppsala with Otto, then I'm going to Borås to visit Nastasja, and lastly down to Småland to celebrate Christmas with my family. I'm so excited. 

 

p.s. min talangfulla, fantastiska syster har skaffat en ny blogg!!! Äntligen. Ni hittar den här

FALLING IN LOVE

Yesterday I went for a walk in the morning before heading to uni. Since I was going to spend 4 hours in a classroom staring into a screen while trying to learn ATLAS.ti it felt like a good thing to catch some daylight before. I walked through the Museum Gardens, along the river, through Dean's Park by the minster, on streets heavy with autumn. The sun warming my cheeks, and the air filled with the smell of sweet, melted chocolate (much better than the brewery smell in Edinburgh if you ask me) - and my body buzzing with the familiar feeling of falling in love with a place.

PICK N MIX FROM THE PAST TWO WEEKS

Hello from a grainy webcam, I just wanted to check in on you and say hi, I'm alive! Right now ↑ I'm working on the outline of an essay while drinking coffee and eating chocolate, all wrapped up in my new sweater that is soft as a kitten. I've been so busy with life (studying, attending seminars, using SPSS for the first time in years, trying to not get lost on campus, buying chairs + eating veggie balls with Fatou at IKEA, spending time with Otto, reading, eating, sleeping, etc.) that there hasn't been any time left for internet at all. But let's fast forward through the past two weeks:

Having gone through various bedroom facing North throughout my life, it really feels like such a luxury to have the sun filling my bed/my fort in the mornings.

A little piece of the CWS common room, with a smiling Èlia in the background. 

A cute and troubled little friend I met in town one day. 

One day when I was walking back from uni and this cherry tree was a red cloud. 

A walk along the river in the golden October sun. 

And some Scandi study fuel that Otto's mum sent me - so cute. 

I've lived in York for almost a month now, I've survived the first weeks of uni, and started to piece together the chaos of newness to a coherent everyday life. My brain is constantly buzzing of ideas, thoughts, and inspiration - I feel so intellectually stimulated, and so privileged to be able to fully immerse myself in the world of academia. Even if that means that I'm completely exhausted 9/10 times that I get home from uni, and need 30 mins of recovery time in bed to feel like a human again.

My favourite person was in York Wednesday-Monday!! Cutest tourist I've ever seen.

It rained most of the time he was here (I thought Edinburgh was rainy, but nope, York is even rainier...) but the rain emptied the streets and we got to experience York without tourists, so it was okay anyway. We also:  

Ate breakfast in bed (one day we also ate a whole cheese board in bed while watching House of Cards, hehe). 

Studied in various places, here in a trendy café with amazing coffee. 

And walked along the City Walls in the evening sun. Look at the view over York Minster, how is that even real? York is such a magical (and very, very English) place. Anyway, hope you enjoyed that little pick n mix of life the past two weeks, and that October is treating you well. I really hope I can find more time to spend in here, but now: back to essay writing! 

THE WEEK IN A LIST

This week has been fantastic and super busy, so to summarise it in a simple and concise manner I borrowed a list from Vicky’s blog! :) 

From a run on Friday morning: the horses that live next to my uni (!) and the unreal mist on the fields along the river.

Happiness of the week: Ah, everything uni related!! Monday was induction day, and stepping out of the elevator on the Centre for Women's Studies floor was like entering the academic version of Narnia. We have a common room (with walls full of feminist embroidery!) where everyone hang out, drink tea and talk about feminism. Everyone is super friendly and funny, and I’ve never felt so relaxed in a new environment before. And on Wednesday we had the first CWS social of the year (even the teachers were there!): a feminist and food themed quiz (which must be the best combination, right?), and even though I barely knew any answers I had so, so much fun.

York Minster is being restored and the stonemasons are working next to the cathedral, but since they weren't there when we walked by Fatou decided to try touch the stones through the fence. She had no idea about the CCTV sign and I was laughing so much when I took this photo. It's Fatou in a nutshell. 

Mood of the week: Everything on the spectrum! I was so excited, hysterically happy and hyper the first few days, then the pms from hell hit me and just wanted to sleep all day (Fatou and I had a Narcos marathon with a bag of crisps each, it helped), and now I’m back to my normal, happy self again.

Just a cute dog I saw. 

Meal of the week: I made this vegan curry with coconut milk, spinach and potatoes - try it!! It's so easy to make, and so, so tasty!

Surprise of the week: that these guys live next to my uni together with like 5 other horses?! I giggle like a little child every time I see them.

Adventure of the week: Today, when I helped Fatou move to Leeds because she found a flat!! Yay!! When we had left all the bags at her new place, we explored Leeds - she showed me her campus, we had coffee and cake, treated ourselves to some new stuff (slippers for Fatou and a scarf for me), oh, and a bird shat on my head, heh.

All in all, a very good week. Next week is the first week of proper classes, we're kicking it off with a seminar tomorrow morning so I really should go to bed now. Talk to you soon, and hope October is kind to you so far! <3

THE FIRST WEEK

I’ve survived my first week in York, and thereby officially made it through the hardest time of moving abroad/to a new city. Yay!! I’m starting to feel at home in my flat and to find my way around town.

With the help of google maps I found a potential running route and went out at dawn on Friday morning to escape the worst traffic. I got lost once or twice, but I also saw a hot air balloon fly into the horizon, met a flock of sheep grazing an endless field, and ran along the quiet river in the crisp morning air. 

On Friday night I skipped the pub quiz for postgraduates and embraced my solitude with cheese and a good book instead. That's what has been the biggest difference so far compared to when I moved to Edinburgh; back then I was so afraid that I'd be alone for the rest of my life, and therefore desperately took every opportunity there was to meet new people. This time I allow myself to take it slow and stay in if I don't have the energy to socialise. I'm constantly trying to lower the expectations and pressures that I put on myself, to be my own best friend - and to be able to be this comfortable in my own company feels like a very big step in the right direction.

But I didn't have to be alone for very long, because look who's here!! Fatou is going to do a MA in Religion and Public life at the University of Leeds, and since she hasn’t found a place to live yet, and Leeds is only 20 mins away by train (!!!), she’s staying with me until she finds somewhere to live. AAH LIFE. You can’t imagine how nice it feels to have her here, and knowing that she’ll be so close for the year ahead. <3 

Today we studied + looked for flats in a café for a few hours, hung out by the river in the sun, explored the food festival that's on this week in York, managed to grab some heavenly brownies for 50p just as the market was closing, and had a floor picknick (as I don't have any chairs yet...) when we got back home. By far the best Sunday activities. 

Tomorrow is my first day of uni!!! We have induction between 10-16, and I'm so, so, so excited (and also a bit nervous) to meet everyone! Wish me luck!!!

A WALK THROUGH YORK

On Wednesday I went for a walk through York and brought my camera, yay! Here are some snippets from my new hometown: 

Have you ever seen anything more British? No? I didn't think so. It's like stepping into a Harry Potter world - especially the Shambles, it’s literally Diagon Alley, albeit full of tourists.

The whole city centre smells of sweet chocolate, and as you make your way through the center you catch glimpses of York Minster between the buildings. York Minster is the biggest Gothic Cathedral in Northern Europe (I learned that during a History of York talk for all the International Postgraduates at Uni of York, hehe) and so, so beautiful! Also, it's so hard to photograph cities and buildings? There are so many lines and angles! I felt a bit rusty after spending 2 months in the forest photographing soft things like trees and animals. 

The last few days I have, apart from taking walks through the city, explored the campus, found the building for Women's Studies, and attended some Postgraduate Induction talks. Done pre-course reading in the library, been to a Postgraduate BBQ that my college (yes! they have a collegiate system at Uni of York, very British) arranged, and met so many nice and friendly people. 

So far I really, really like it here. I have a feeling that this is going to be a good year. 

MY FACE + LIFE UPDATE

Photo by Johanna (of course <3). 

Okay, so this whole moving-to-york-business is starting to feel real. I’ve enrolled online, been given a student number and have access to our student portal. I’ve signed a contract for a studio flat, I’ve booked my plane tickets, and I’ve introduced myself to the rest of my class in our student blog (everyone seems so nice!!). Now I just need to wait. 

Seeing everyone else going back to work and uni after summer while I’m still in some kind of holiday mode has made me feel like I’m in a time vortex where nothing makes sense. The sun just goes up and down, endlessly. I’m restless, and even if I try to enjoy the utter privilege of being able to spend the summers in an Astrid Lindgren-saga, my whole being is itching for a purpose and a context again. For studying. For learning. Although, I have to admit that I'm a tiny bit worried that my brain will have turned to absolute mush during these 4 months of summer holiday.

The 19th of September I’ll arrive in the city where I’ll spend the coming year, the place where I'll once again build a life from scratch; make new friends, learn new things, probably have a few mental breakdowns, discover new favourite places, laugh, cry, and let life happen. My new home. I can’t wait.