ERASMUS reunion

Year 2012 I packed my bags and moved to Stockholm to do my ERASMUS exchange. Sweet džeišuš how glad I am that I got a room in Lidingö student housing, since my neighbours turned out to the coolest people ever. European Union is fucking fabulous and bus can swim!

My Italian neighbour and I have ended up in Stockholm again,

which meant it was perfect time for our German Mister to visit us:

As I once again live at student housing (although not as fancy as Lidingö, nothing beats that mansion),

we decided to honour the 'family dinner' tradition (at Lidingö I spent most of my time sitting in the corridor not in my room)

The Friday night kit in Sweden:

One does not simply go wrong with rhubarb and salmon:

That night we had a dinner at the Italian's place.

The food was yummy and our Lidingö 6th floor Spotify playlist kept on delivering:

The day after we ate like 2litres of gelato.

NO REGRETS!:

Stockholm is having a September heatwave, it's still like 25 degrees.

Sweaty situation:

Sweden = dogs everywhere.

Me = I WANT A DOG!:

Last glimpse of sun before never-ending darkness:

As said gelato went straight from our lips to our hips:

This neighbourhood is the best in Stockholm.

Cute as fuck:

The art of making pictures with timer:

One of the best years of my life, something to tell my grandkids:

On Sunday it was fun day and we went to the amusement park.

My grandfather gave me the money to go there on my birthday and I finally went.

YEEEEEEEESSSS:

You spin me right round, baby right round:

Kaki pole püksist kaugel:

Gröna Lund, my heaven:

Still the best Gröna Lund picture of all times.

2013 on my birthday this happened:

This year the eyes did not pop out that much:

My cup of tea:

Bonanza!:

Last day my German was here I took him to eat sausages

and he approved and put a quality mark on it:

StockHOME:

Living the champagne lifestyle with Stockholm budget:

Hej, hej!:

WE LOVE THIS CITY AND ERASMUS!:

"Are you okaaay?!":

My favourite picture of me and the Italian.

2012, on our student housing rooftop, breaking more rules than we can imagine 

and having the time of our lives:

New Year's Eve, sending 2012 away.

My German milkshake brought all the girls to the yard:

Nobody canna cross it, 

bus can swim:

Welcome to the East side, we have cookies

Aye, I feel so much better now. I think buying a bed 

really improved my quality of life here in Sweden. 

Anyhow, I have some unfinished business to take care of, thus it is time for last bits of my vacation. Besides Italy and two big birthday parties I chilled with gööörlfriends and family. Sometimes I just ate crisps under the blanket completely alone. No shame there!

TERVETULUA TALLINNA!

My friend Marta is bombass.

Her favourite colours are light and dark black:

Being a tourist at my home:

Can't swear that much here, 

people understand all the naughty stuff that Swedes don't:

Carrie, Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte are having a dinner

and talking about how dicks their boyfriends are:

Saddest puppy eyes...cannot resist...force too strong...:

"Noku nullib kõik":

I have a secret that I just want to scream out loud on the tallest rooftop

but I caaaaan't:

*between these two pictures I was in Italy*

Straight from the airport to Kopli, to my Golden Girls.

The Japanese tourist, the French girl and Miss Myfriends Areidiots:

Feeling like we are on the bus 32:

They are going to kill me,

but bloody hell how amazing we are:

My cucumber drink brings all the girls to the yard:

Pants are rippin',

the girls are trippin':

*It might have happened that I arrived home completely drunk and Fred had some hilarious conversation with me at 3am*

The next day the boyfriend took her hangover girlfriend to restaurant Controvento.

My pulse returned after a good meal and sexy company:

Visit Estonia.

No seriously, just do it:

A meet-up with my Parisian married woman,

we were mean lean gossip machines (no shame):

This fall fashion trend,

Girlfriend Backpack 3000:

Hüvä vänälinnassa:

Half the face all numb and no control over my tongue after a dentist appointment =

perfect time to test this new fancy restaurant out:

I think it was good however I didn't feel my tongue and all the information went lost:

Trying to find an apartment to buy:

My friend sucks hard:

*then I escaped to the countryside*

Dad being all lazy

(actually Crocs Fall 2016 ad campaign):

Pärnu late nights:

Pärnu daytime:

Fred and Tibi:

Can't speak, must pick mushrooms:

My last day of summer well spent:

The perfect combo of friends, family and alone-time.

#RESTonia

Back in Stockholm. One side is crying and the other is smiling.

I usually don't write long texts, but when I do...TL;DR.

The vacation is suddenly over, I HAD THE BEST VACATION EVER!

I took the ferry back to Stockholm (haven't I suffered enough??! I hate boats). Luckily Fred came with me to help me move, although sadly he went back the same evening, what a wonderful Stockholm cruise I must say. Of course I cried at the harbour like a little girl, he walking away was shit fuck horrible. Holding the tears back makes it always worse and those red eyes on my way back home on the metro weren't fooling anyone. I can be independent woman while loving someone from the bottom of my heart, bääh.

I have such bipolar feelings towards being back here. As the weather is surprisingly nice, I quickly took a stroll around the town. I love Stockholm! I do-I do-I do!  Never gets boring, always something to do, keeps on delivering. However my new room is completely empty, it is just cardboard boxes, air-mattress and I (as of now, I have a new friend Internet Connection). Does not feel home at all, I seriously must buy some furniture. Today was the first day back at work, which felt super nice. Everyone hugging me and welcoming back, one girl even said that she seriously missed me. YEAH! I have friends *cries a little*. Actually tomorrow my dear friend from Germany is coming for a visit, a cure to take my mind off of things (and help to carry all the furniture I am going to buy muhahahhahahaaa!). Also I booked tickets to London. Life is not bad after all. Why can't I stop crying?! Is there something in my eye? I need a vodka shot.

#BlameItOnTheHormones

I HOPE YOU'RE NOT HAVING FUN WITHOUT ME!: