Gear up folks, this is my last week at wordpress- you heard me.

During the summer, I’ve been secretly working and refining a new website layout and design that not only fits my needs better, but also looks more professional and will make it way easier for you to navigate! The new site is going viral in a few days as my old wordpress expires, and as my salary for the month comes in.

Come back in a few days, and you’ll see what it looks like!

Busy reflecting

Emma photoshoot
I’ve been back in Sweden for literarily weeks now.

I’ve spent most of my time honing skills in life, meeting up with old friends, and losing most of my money on lavish and expensive coffee culture in Gothenburg. I work during daytime, for ActionAid, which has enabled me to learn tons about immensely important topics around the world and to gain great work colleagues. I have been treating this blog unfairly, as I have slightly turned my back to my worn 6D camera and moved on towards writing and reflecting about everything that has happened in my life lately. I’ll give you an update when there is more to say. xo

Starting Fresh. Without fear.

August 31st, 2012. I carried my passport in one hand, my heart in the other. I left Gothenburg with nearly precisely 20kgs that had been carefully selected, packed, weighted, and re-packed the day before. I was sixteen years old and carrying the heavy weight of a thick Swedish accent and a wonder of what adventures Buenos Aires would contain.

Now, I’ve started over again. I left Amsterdam the 30th of June, 2015. My suitcase carried the smell of hostels and a grey duct tape that had been wrapped around my bag. If you looked at it you would find small Japanese stickers, photos of me and my friends in a photo both and “this bag has been x-rayed and opened” stickers from the Mumbai airport. I arrived at home around midnight, so did my bag. Posters welcoming me with “Gothenburg- home of Volvo” brightened the walls before facing my parents and their beaming smiles.

Even though I lack any jetlag from Amsterdam and Greece, I spent most mornings and noons sleeping out late nights, or early mornings, in my old room. It’s peculiar being home, back in the city where it all started.

My old girl room is filled with clothes and books, each containing a different memory. There are stacks of old magazines from 7th grade, 8th grade, 9th grade, and onwards. NYLON covers and Swedish Elle with celebrities in minimalistic Scandinavian clothing staring at me. My bookshelf is filled with old books, books I enjoyed when I was in middle school, books that were gifted, and books that I never read. My mom moved my heavy Boltansky book from the window, along with a bright yellow one about war photography in Japanese characters that I picked up in a dusty bookstore in Tokyo once.  My photo wall stopped evolving when I left, and what is now left is a Tube map of the London railway system from my first trip as a 15 year old, photos of Manhattan accompanied by dreams of when along with a photo both memory of my 9th best friend and I dressed in wigs at a summer festival.

When I left Athens this summer, I also left my old MacBook behind and gifted it back to my school that I recently graduated from. My hard drive was broken, but I didn’t need to bring much. I brought a small memory stick, selected the most important photos, all of my files from history class, my favourite high school subject, and some Spanish files for the future too. Three years of travelling and studied had taken place with that laptop, and what saddened me the most was leaving the memories behind. Each minor scratch that had happened in a different continent and each different city I had opened up a new world file in. I somehow stumbled upon the list of wifi spots my old Mac had connected to and let my eyes take a scroll through my first apartment in Buenos Aires to the cute coffeeshop underneath it, followed by hotels in Bhutan, sites in Washington D.C, Boston and New York, along with different houses in Sweden and Estonia and cities all around Japan and India.

I look around. My new MacBook is thinner, my documents folder is empty. My computer was the definition of empty. My old room yearned with past memories, the rooms and kitchen had been worn by people while I had been away; parents cooking dinners and breakfasts I had missed, houseguests sipping wine and listening to music. I don’t feel scared to leave this time. This time, I feel ready. University letters have filled my inbox, and my suitcase is ready to be packed. My short wifi list where thus far only “home” has been connected to is ready to be exploited. This time, I’m starting fresh. Without fear.

A list of things I’ve learnt during the last few years

During the last few years, I’ve grown more than ever. For some odd reason, I felt as it was start to share that knowledge with the world, so I made a list of the most important things I have discovered.

  1. Fall in love.

    If where you are living and what you are doing is not fully appreciated by you, such as people dressed differently and greeting you differently on the street, or the vibrantly red brick walls in that house you always pass on your way home, you’ll never be truly happy. Look out for the little things and allow yourself to fall in love, because soon they will be gone.


  2. Opening up to people is gold.

    With one of my close friends, Hannah Cho, in the rooftop of Bretagne Hotel in Athens.

    Not everyone is out to hurt you. You can laugh all you want with people, joke day and night, and spend countless hours, but unless they’ve seen the dark corners of your story and your life and still embrace you with warm hugs, your friendship might easily perish once it’s time to say goodbye. Learn how to trust people; trust me, its not that bad.

  3. Red scares the sh*t out of people.

    Wearing a red lipstick and red nail polish will make people act differently. Suddenly, your orders are processed faster, people listen more attentively, and your posture seems to become better for some strange reason. Red is good.

  4. Being scared is not good. It’s great!

    One of my close friends, Gawa Seldon, impressed me with all her bravery and courage when she, at the age of 18, learnt how to swim this summer.

    Unless you’re walking home alone at night, which typically is never good. I was scared when I was 16 years old and leaving mom and dad to move to Argentina. I was scared holding presentations in class and jumping into new work experiences home and abroad that I didn’t believe I was classified for, but it worked and I grew immensely from those experiences. Being scared is good, because that’s what triggers the most growth.

  5.  Dry shampoo.

    Because life is sometimes really hectic.


  6.  If people don’t make you happy, leave.

    A group of crazy talented and unique individuals I had to fortune to travel the world with.

    Life is too short for bad friendships and relationships. You should bring out the best in everyone around you, and they should do the same (through encouragement for your successes or brutally honestly pointing out what you did wrong over laughter and coffee).

  7.  Do it with passion or not at all.

    It is ok to spend all your time with friends or to attend once-in-a-lifetime events, even if that means you have to stay up until 3am finishing up work that is due the next day. You only live once, you’re only young briefly. Make sure you make the most of it.

  8.  Coffee.

  9. Do something to empty your mind.

    Running and editing photos with a merciless carless state regarding late hours is how I empty mine, and I cannot imagine having remained sane until now without doing so.

  10. Smile.

    A smile opens up the entire world in just a few seconds, or at least the initiation to either a good conversation or a minor rejection. Smile.

  11. Be stupid; make mistakes!

    Only by my late teens did I realize that it is ok to be stupid, to make decisions you know you are going to regret in the future but at the moment is the only right thing. Because, stupidity, too, enables growth.