ranting raving lunatic that i am.

Okay, can I just say, this probably isn't a blog you want to read because it's just going to be one massive whine from my part, but I need to get this out there, so, that's what I intend to do around about...now.

So, tomorrow is my last day in Sweden. For those of you that don't know me very well, I have two houses. One of those resides in England, in a small town in Wiltshire. The other, is in Stockholm, Sweden, in a little place just outside the city by the coast called Hasseludden. It's beautiful.  It's ironic, of course that I can speak to people who don't know me about my Swedish home and not my English house, but, HOME they say is where your heart is. And, if I had to point towards my heart, I'd almost certainly point here.

My house is between two lakes, Kvarnsjön and Trollan, and of course just through the woods I find the wonderful Baltic sea which laps against the shores of this beautiful area. 

This was taken yesterday, at one of my favourite thinking places.

It's beside a jetty, where there is a massive rock which is where I go when I'm sad, need comforting and it just, tends to soothe me. 

This is the jetty itself.

Now, needless to say, I don't just love the place because of it's pure beauty, but, also because of the freedom I'm entitled too here. I feel like there's no boundaries, no pressure and no stress from anybody. 

I can just be myself, without needing to please or live up to any expectations. I can not wear make up and nobody mention it. I can dress in old clothes and nobody pick up on it. I can say what I want and think what I want to without anybody questioning me. 

I also think the fact that I've known everybody for years and years helps too.

My neighbours, each with their own lives and thoughts never hesitate to be there for me, through everything. My godmother also resides three doors down. 

Karola and Stefan, to start with, are probably two of the most wonderful people I've ever met. Karola managed The Beatles and The Rolling Stones AND The Who when they came to Sweden. She has all the pictures in her living room, I had a good browse through those pictures, while having a cup of black coffee and a chat with Karola about all the bands and how Paul McCartney was lovely to her and how she saw a film with the Beatles! I'm so very jealous. 

I'm so blessed to have so many talented and wonderful people in my life, which makes it seem even more ironic that my Mum willingly leaves this place. :(