Gareth wrote a great story about his 6 years in London, which got me thinking.
When I was studying in Sweden I had no idea where I was going, but I knew I wasn’t going to London. I didn’t like the combination of bad weather, bad food, and single-glassed windows. I used to scorn at my banker friends destined for excel-sheets and suits in the city. Yet, here I am, having spent the better part of my 20s on the district line.
I’ve made a few serious attempts to escape, first moving to San Francisco, and then back to Sweden, but for different reasons (such as Ebay, Pema, and Kindo) I always got thrown back here.
Do I regret it? Of course not. But I really don’t think that I’ll be here in 4 years time. Hopefully I’ll live somewhere closer to the nature, where you don’t have to use wikipedia to get the idea.
On the other hand, that’s what I’ve been saying for the last 4 years, so don’t listen to me.
Tänkvärt!
Snart dags för mig att summera mina fyra första månader
Hopefully surfing somewhere nice
I hope one day, you’ll be working for me