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A Swede who grew up in England and studied in America for uni but spent the 2012-2013 academic year studying art history in Paris and now is back in London. It's confusing. Recounting my adventures here, there and everywhere with a photo a day.
My mother thinks I'm funny.

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    23/07/2014

    23/07/2014

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    22/07/2014

    Saying goodbye to Catherine in Regents Park before she goes off to be a world traveller in South America! I’m going to miss her whilst she is off seeing so many exciting things.

    — 1 day ago

    #Friends 
    21/07/2014
Something that’s been niggling away at me recently is the idea of having children. I love playing with children and they can be awfully sweet, but knowing three courageous mothers and all the things they face between their small children and their (ex) husbands, I just really really don’t want to have children. I think the obvious response is to tell me to not worry, I’m so young that it will be ages until I decide to settle down and start a family anyway. Except, that I’ve been getting small jabs from various people I meet that I’m in fact not that young and I should start to thinking about having kids because you know, the clock is ticking. I literally just graduated from university, could you give me a sec (a few years) before I start thinking about those things? Thank god it’s not my parents who have started suggesting things.
Now, I am definitely not going to have children anytime soon. I’m going to wait at least 10 years at a minimum. But, in 10 years I may be a good point in my career and I really want a career so why should I stop it to have children? I know you shouldn’t be too old having children since you might just not have the energy to keep up with by the time you are 50 and they are only 10. At this point, I really feel like throwing the towel in and just not having any at all. There are dozens of reasons not to have children and if I’m going to be environmentally friendly by eating less meat and recycling, why not also be environmentally friendly by not bringing another human being in this world who will also require diminishing resources?
I think my issue is really that I feel there is an expectation on me from society that I should have children and I just really don’t like it. I am pretty good at following rules and listening to the teacher but why should I slave away at work all day and then slave away at home all night to take care of a screaming toddler? Why should I risk finding out that the person I really love and wanted to have children with is just truly a selfish human being? And why should I give up chances for success and moving upwards in my career?
I think what has really scared me is seeing women who love their jobs and really really love their children feeling torn between the two because their former partners decided to leave meaning they don’t have the financial nor the practical support to do it all. I don’t want to be a single parent and I don’t want to go through a divorce only to be left with the pieces. Maybe I’m scared, but really I just want to live in peace of knowing that when that decision roles around, the father of my children understands how seriously I am taking it. 

    21/07/2014

    Something that’s been niggling away at me recently is the idea of having children. I love playing with children and they can be awfully sweet, but knowing three courageous mothers and all the things they face between their small children and their (ex) husbands, I just really really don’t want to have children. I think the obvious response is to tell me to not worry, I’m so young that it will be ages until I decide to settle down and start a family anyway. Except, that I’ve been getting small jabs from various people I meet that I’m in fact not that young and I should start to thinking about having kids because you know, the clock is ticking. I literally just graduated from university, could you give me a sec (a few years) before I start thinking about those things? Thank god it’s not my parents who have started suggesting things.

    Now, I am definitely not going to have children anytime soon. I’m going to wait at least 10 years at a minimum. But, in 10 years I may be a good point in my career and I really want a career so why should I stop it to have children? I know you shouldn’t be too old having children since you might just not have the energy to keep up with by the time you are 50 and they are only 10. At this point, I really feel like throwing the towel in and just not having any at all. There are dozens of reasons not to have children and if I’m going to be environmentally friendly by eating less meat and recycling, why not also be environmentally friendly by not bringing another human being in this world who will also require diminishing resources?

    I think my issue is really that I feel there is an expectation on me from society that I should have children and I just really don’t like it. I am pretty good at following rules and listening to the teacher but why should I slave away at work all day and then slave away at home all night to take care of a screaming toddler? Why should I risk finding out that the person I really love and wanted to have children with is just truly a selfish human being? And why should I give up chances for success and moving upwards in my career?

    I think what has really scared me is seeing women who love their jobs and really really love their children feeling torn between the two because their former partners decided to leave meaning they don’t have the financial nor the practical support to do it all. I don’t want to be a single parent and I don’t want to go through a divorce only to be left with the pieces. Maybe I’m scared, but really I just want to live in peace of knowing that when that decision roles around, the father of my children understands how seriously I am taking it. 

    — 1 day ago with 1 note

    20/07/2014

    British drivers don’t seem to be able to decide which lane they should be in!

    I had a lovely day in London with my friend Beau. We met up at St John on Commercial Street and near where I live for brunch before trekking down to the Dulwich Picture Gallery (which took a lot longer than I expected). Apart from a grumpy old lady who yelled at me for being rude as she was being rude to me (and it felt, attempting to demonstrate what culture and civility were as a young person like me would never understand), it was a really nice visit looking at the works of Ben and Winifred Nicholson and friends of theirs.

    — 1 day ago

    #London  #Art 
    19/07/2014
I feel slightly creepy that I can see into the apartments across the street. Until I realize they can probably then see into my apartment and I feel creeped out.
Living in London has meant adjusting to issues I have faced before but in a different way. With no working washing machine, I went home for the weekend to wash my clothes in my parents house, but then I had to go back to London by this evening as I am meeting my friend tomorrow. It is so hot right now and unlike in Windsor, the heat feels inescapable. I’ve opened all the windows but I think it just lets more heat in and it definitely lets all the sounds from ambulances to shouting. It’s hard to feel alone when you never have silence. It is definitely an adjustment.

    19/07/2014

    I feel slightly creepy that I can see into the apartments across the street. Until I realize they can probably then see into my apartment and I feel creeped out.

    Living in London has meant adjusting to issues I have faced before but in a different way. With no working washing machine, I went home for the weekend to wash my clothes in my parents house, but then I had to go back to London by this evening as I am meeting my friend tomorrow. It is so hot right now and unlike in Windsor, the heat feels inescapable. I’ve opened all the windows but I think it just lets more heat in and it definitely lets all the sounds from ambulances to shouting. It’s hard to feel alone when you never have silence. It is definitely an adjustment.

    — 5 days ago

    #London  #Heat  #Summer 
    18/7/2014
After a quiet day in work, my department left the office early to see the Malevich exhibition at TATE Modern (Don’t worry, it’s actually encouraged by the director of the gallery). It was nice to leave and get out of the office, although I was not so impressed by the exhibition.

    18/7/2014

    After a quiet day in work, my department left the office early to see the Malevich exhibition at TATE Modern (Don’t worry, it’s actually encouraged by the director of the gallery). It was nice to leave and get out of the office, although I was not so impressed by the exhibition.

    — 5 days ago

    #London  #St Paul  #Tate 
    17/07/2014

    17/07/2014

    — 1 week ago

    16/07/2014
Something that is suddenly very new for me to learn how to approach is office disputes. The kind  of thing that is natural: two people see the situation very differently and disagree. I am not much of a disagreer and much more of a fixer of situation, but here I am, viewing  a conflict and feeling involved but also that I should not intervene. I know the two will eventually find an agreed position, but until then, I feel that I just have to watch a conflict, not knowing how to deal with it. This is definitely something I want to learn in the next year.

    16/07/2014

    Something that is suddenly very new for me to learn how to approach is office disputes. The kind  of thing that is natural: two people see the situation very differently and disagree. I am not much of a disagreer and much more of a fixer of situation, but here I am, viewing  a conflict and feeling involved but also that I should not intervene. I know the two will eventually find an agreed position, but until then, I feel that I just have to watch a conflict, not knowing how to deal with it. This is definitely something I want to learn in the next year.

    — 1 week ago

    #London  #Work  #Conflict  #Learning 
    15/07/2014
Moving from Boston to London has been more of a surprise than I expected. I feel like I’ve moved from a small town to a big city, maybe because actually I was living in the Bostonion suburbs during university, but still, there is a distinct difference in my desire for consumption. Maybe it’s the fact that I am living off a tight budget and I am suddenly a lot closer to jobs, but I have suddenly felt a desire to buy things, a lot of things, that I did not feel I needed before.
The consumption culture feels very overwhelming. It’s as if buying one thing will never be enough. It’s buy buy buy, spend spend spend. I am suddenly aware of our society binging on everything it can: food, tv and music, consumer goods. I have keenly felt that desire to binge on food, the desire to keep eating until you are beyond beyond full, rather than just the right amount of food. I feel weird because I don’t binge watch tv shows. I have to actively decide not to. I have just started Orange is the New Black and Netflix’s automatic response is to start playing the next episode as soon as you are finished with the one before, but actually, I only watch max one episode a day. 
Then there is this whole need for products, goods, things. I’ve just moved into my apartment and there are certain things I need. Then, there are certain things I don’t need. But, somehow, I want the things I don’t need. And I recognize that my mind is becoming warped by the advertisements I see. An ASOS ad can send to the ASOS website to buy 4 items of clothing I definitely don’t need and I might have kept all of them except that 2 of them didn’t fit or look good on me. I want beautiful towels in exact colours in my apartment and a Nutribullet blender because it would be better than my handheld. I want a pretty toaster that I don’t know where I would put when I wasn’t using it and expensive prints or works of art by famous artists. I want want want. It just doesn’t seem healthy. 
Whilst when I am in the countryside, I know that I can avoid spending on all but necessities for long periods of time because the temptation isn’t there, in London, I feel constantly hit by ads and stores and other people showing me their new things. Consumption is in my face. And I am suddenly very aware that it is hard to avoid.

    15/07/2014

    Moving from Boston to London has been more of a surprise than I expected. I feel like I’ve moved from a small town to a big city, maybe because actually I was living in the Bostonion suburbs during university, but still, there is a distinct difference in my desire for consumption. Maybe it’s the fact that I am living off a tight budget and I am suddenly a lot closer to jobs, but I have suddenly felt a desire to buy things, a lot of things, that I did not feel I needed before.

    The consumption culture feels very overwhelming. It’s as if buying one thing will never be enough. It’s buy buy buy, spend spend spend. I am suddenly aware of our society binging on everything it can: food, tv and music, consumer goods. I have keenly felt that desire to binge on food, the desire to keep eating until you are beyond beyond full, rather than just the right amount of food. I feel weird because I don’t binge watch tv shows. I have to actively decide not to. I have just started Orange is the New Black and Netflix’s automatic response is to start playing the next episode as soon as you are finished with the one before, but actually, I only watch max one episode a day. 

    Then there is this whole need for products, goods, things. I’ve just moved into my apartment and there are certain things I need. Then, there are certain things I don’t need. But, somehow, I want the things I don’t need. And I recognize that my mind is becoming warped by the advertisements I see. An ASOS ad can send to the ASOS website to buy 4 items of clothing I definitely don’t need and I might have kept all of them except that 2 of them didn’t fit or look good on me. I want beautiful towels in exact colours in my apartment and a Nutribullet blender because it would be better than my handheld. I want a pretty toaster that I don’t know where I would put when I wasn’t using it and expensive prints or works of art by famous artists. I want want want. It just doesn’t seem healthy. 

    Whilst when I am in the countryside, I know that I can avoid spending on all but necessities for long periods of time because the temptation isn’t there, in London, I feel constantly hit by ads and stores and other people showing me their new things. Consumption is in my face. And I am suddenly very aware that it is hard to avoid.

    — 1 week ago with 4 notes

    #Consumption  #Consumption society  #Spend  #Money  #Big city  #London  #Commercialisation 
    14/07/2014
Recently an American friend of mine told me that UK washing machines were just not up to the standard of their American counterparts. I was immediately on the defensive because 1. of all things to insult, really? washing machines? 2. I just can’t see how they would be of a different standard than American ones and 3. I think the point of comparison of your familial suburban washing machine is very different than your inner city washing machine. And I think I may just be the perfect example of that third point.
Coming back to the London and earning a very very meager salary indeed has meant that my parents have been extremely helpful with certain things. I have borrowed so much from them to furnish my apartment and when my mother said I should bring everything home to be washed (because I come home every weekend, I am not even going to pretend that I am too cool for my parents), I agreed. The thing is, whilst I am extremely lucky to have a washing machine in my apartment, it is one of those washer-dryer ones that is an all-in-one and rattles in a scary way and you can’t even fit very much in it. So, I’ve been taking my clothes home to wash in my parent’s washing machine, because the clothes are just simply cleaner. (Also, it may be important to note here that my mother does not wash my clothes, I can do that myself. Except when she gets worried I will break her nice washing machine or wants to be energy efficient and washes my clothes with her clothes. Anyway, I am actually an adult enough to do it myself).
This arrangement between my parents and I had been going great, until I decided that I would in fact use my own washing machine to wash my bed sheets, since that just seemed like a massive hassle to lug all the way back to home. I was wrong. I should have just lugged them back home. You see, the washing machine broke, mid-wash along with cutting the fuse repeatedly until I managed to turn the washing machine off. Now, this was annoying enough as it was 8:45 in the morning and had lost the light in the bathroom mid-shower and now needed to make breakfast before leaving for work but my bloody sheets were in the bloody washing machine. But, what I did not think of as I worried about how in the world I was going to get my sheets dry and not letting them become moldy in the washing machine was that was FILLED with water. So when opened the machine door to get the sheets out, all that water came out. Everywhere. It was, to say the least, very annoying.
Somehow, somehow it turned out fine. I just happened to have more sheets on the floor and towels nearby to soak up the water. (yes, I did buy new ones as soon as I could). It was just a very frustrating situation, mostly in the how-are-you-so-stupid-Anna side of things. But, to answer my American friend, my washing machine and most likely your London washing machine sucks. It’s not a British thing, it’s a small apartment and cheap landlord or property developer thing. 

    14/07/2014

    Recently an American friend of mine told me that UK washing machines were just not up to the standard of their American counterparts. I was immediately on the defensive because 1. of all things to insult, really? washing machines? 2. I just can’t see how they would be of a different standard than American ones and 3. I think the point of comparison of your familial suburban washing machine is very different than your inner city washing machine. And I think I may just be the perfect example of that third point.

    Coming back to the London and earning a very very meager salary indeed has meant that my parents have been extremely helpful with certain things. I have borrowed so much from them to furnish my apartment and when my mother said I should bring everything home to be washed (because I come home every weekend, I am not even going to pretend that I am too cool for my parents), I agreed. The thing is, whilst I am extremely lucky to have a washing machine in my apartment, it is one of those washer-dryer ones that is an all-in-one and rattles in a scary way and you can’t even fit very much in it. So, I’ve been taking my clothes home to wash in my parent’s washing machine, because the clothes are just simply cleaner. (Also, it may be important to note here that my mother does not wash my clothes, I can do that myself. Except when she gets worried I will break her nice washing machine or wants to be energy efficient and washes my clothes with her clothes. Anyway, I am actually an adult enough to do it myself).

    This arrangement between my parents and I had been going great, until I decided that I would in fact use my own washing machine to wash my bed sheets, since that just seemed like a massive hassle to lug all the way back to home. I was wrong. I should have just lugged them back home. You see, the washing machine broke, mid-wash along with cutting the fuse repeatedly until I managed to turn the washing machine off. Now, this was annoying enough as it was 8:45 in the morning and had lost the light in the bathroom mid-shower and now needed to make breakfast before leaving for work but my bloody sheets were in the bloody washing machine. But, what I did not think of as I worried about how in the world I was going to get my sheets dry and not letting them become moldy in the washing machine was that was FILLED with water. So when opened the machine door to get the sheets out, all that water came out. Everywhere. It was, to say the least, very annoying.

    Somehow, somehow it turned out fine. I just happened to have more sheets on the floor and towels nearby to soak up the water. (yes, I did buy new ones as soon as I could). It was just a very frustrating situation, mostly in the how-are-you-so-stupid-Anna side of things. But, to answer my American friend, my washing machine and most likely your London washing machine sucks. It’s not a British thing, it’s a small apartment and cheap landlord or property developer thing. 

    — 1 week ago

    #Washing Machine  #Rant  #Transatlantic  #Cultural misunderstandings  #Culture 
    13/07/2014
On the train, going back to London from Windsor.

    13/07/2014

    On the train, going back to London from Windsor.

    — 1 week ago

    #Train  #Windsor 

    12/7/2014

    My father and I took a day trip to Waddesdon Manor, the castle/mansion of the Rothschild family. It’s insane because of the size and wealth inside, but also (surprisingly?) really good for picnics. I spent 3 hours walking around, going into wine cellars and trying to find birds in the aviary. Sadly, my father did not feel that great and spent most of it lying down. Not a lot of fun for him, it felt a bit odd that I enjoyed it so much.

    — 1 week ago

    #Waddesdon  #National Trust  #England  #Travel 

    11/07/2014

    Wapping as part of my morning run. Not want I was expecting.

    — 1 week ago

    #Wapping  #London  #Run 

    10/07/2014

    Trafalgar square after a field trip to the National Gallery as part of my training.

    — 1 week ago

    #Trafalgar Square  #London 

    09/07/2014

    Jazz at Ronnie Scots. It was fantastic.

    — 1 week ago

    #Jazz  #London