amazing how during the travels you discover places that feel more like home than your actual home. take Stockholm as an example. it's so hard to describe my love to this city. it's comfortable and soft, yet fast-moving and challenging, it's dark and sometimes feels a little grey but also full of live and color. it's orange with a smell of fresh safran buns on every corner. it feels like it's mine. so I can't stop asking myself why i'm not Stockholm's.