Denne helgen slo vi ut håret og dro på hyttetur til Åre!
En kompis av Martin hadde fikset oss en sykt fin, gammel trehytte (hytte av tre altså, ikke hytte i trærne) oppe i bakkene med fin utsikt over vannet og Åre sentrum. 149 more words
As I’m writing this post, I’m sitting in a coffee shop & I’m enjoying a second cup of tea. I’m looking around me – the place is half full of people, some are sitting down, some are coming in to order their coffees to go. 419 more words
I need to hit pause. I need some breathing room. I find that I have fallen victim to what I have just now decided to call the “Glorious Things Paradox,” which is the concept that “One can only do so many glorious things before he cannot do other ones.” There is only so much that I can allow myself to intend. 309 more words