Suddenly it’s fall. It kind of snuck up on me this year. I looked out my window around 8 in the pm and it was completely dark. It seemed like just recently it was still light at 11. There’s that bite in the air, it’s getting cold enough that I don’t venture out in the evenings without a jacket and maybe even a pair of gloves. Sleeping with my window open is becoming more and more perilous. I risk waking up with some part of skin exposed to the elements in the middle of the night.
I don’t really know what happened. Last year I was very conscious of the change. Maybe because it was still kind of new and exciting. This year I know what’s going on. The daily loss of five minutes of daylight isn’t as cool as it was last year. I guess I have adapted to the changes in season, daylight, and weather. The benefits of having stuck around as long as I have I suppose.
At the same time I see the same events popping up as last year. I remember discussing with a couple of visiting friends last year around this time about checking out the beer festival. Which we did not, due to the ridiculous price, but anyway. It’s back. The exact same ads are driving by on the busses in town and staring back at me on the subway. I even saw an ad for the fall market at Skansen, which my friends and I checked out while they were here.
Despite having made a conscious decision to move here, it still seems strange that I am here to some extent. Maybe seeing all of these happenings for a second time is really hammering that home. Last year wasn’t just a little vacation. It was a big happening in my own little world.
Now the question is just what the next big happening in my little world will be.
Welcome to Sweden. Where even business majors can turn philosophical in the face of the impending winter darkness.
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