My dream of moving to the mountains in northern Sweden.
I first visited Åre the summer of 2017. Henrik and I had taken the overnight train from Stockholm and arrived at Åre station early on a dewy Thursday morning in late July. It was so still and quiet and as we walked through the tiny village with the mountain as backdrop a feeling of calm and happiness washed over me and I just knew that I wanted to live there. I always wanted to live in a small town. I’m not sure if it has to do with growing up in a small suburb of Stockholm where everybody pretty much knew everyone or my light obsession with Gilmore Girls, Twin Peaks…