Longest second of my life.

Longest year of my life: 2016. The year I got ill, the year my anxiety started to take form, the year I was the saddest, and the angriest. I was also in love, which saved me.

Longest month of my life:  Probably July 2008, or 2009. Most of my friends were partying and drinking, whilst I didn’t. I wanted to be a part f it though, without the drinking, but I was not allowed because the boys didn’t want to make out with me. I had always been a part of the popular group, because I did sport and got along with everyone, but I was slowly excluded and overlooked. It was painful.

Longest week of my life: A week during 2003, I was 11. It was the first time I got my stressed tummy. I went to see a doctor and got medicine to help my pain, but apparently I was allergic to it. It led to my mum (I think it was mamma?) driving me to the emergency room in the middle of the night. I threw up along the way. Every time I pass that spot I still feel a bit ill. This only lasted a week, but when I look back it feel so much longer.

Longest day of my life: When I was younger we always played Gothia Floorball Cup every January, and these floorball days kind of blend together. But, I think that one of the longest days of my life must have been one of these days. One of the days when we woke up early on those awful air mattresses, had breakfast together, gossiped about the other teams and the boys living in our accommodation, recharging, and then going to the venue to play floorball. Maybe we had another game after, maybe we could chill a little, but these days lasted and never ended, and they were amazing.

Longest hour of my life: The hour leading up to meeting my au pair family. I was more nervous than I had ever been before, and I had no idea what this meeting would lead to. It led to me getting to know some of the most amazing people, and experience stuff I never thought I’d be introduced to. But I was about to shit myself. I didn’t sleep at all my first night in London, that was a lot of long hours.

Longest minute of my life: When my doctors told me that they didn’t know what was wrong with me and that I would have to stay in the hospital until I got better. It went from “here’s some antibiotics, you should be fine in a week” to “we don’t know, you might need surgery”. That was scary.

Longest second of my life: When we stood in the queue to The Rainbow, an attraction at Liseberg in Gothenburg, and it broke down. People fell out of the ride and everyone started running around us. But time stood still.

 

Glashuset for Scan Magazine

For the March issue I got the possibility to write about Restaurant of the Month which featured Glashuset, a Swedish brasserie that lays in the heart of Stockholm. I really enjoyed writing this article and longed to go and see both Stockholm and to visit the restaurant, and, next month, I will!

Me and my best friends from home are going to Stockholm in April! I could’t be more excited and I will definitely take some time and go and dine at Glashuset.

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Glashuset is featured on page 112.

Trelleborg for Scan Magazine

I wrote about Trelleborg, a town in the very south of Sweden, for Scan Magazine’s Top Destinations to Visit in Sweden in 2019 and the January issue. The area around the town has a lot to offer and it was interesting to learn about the farms and vineyards that exists there.

Scan Magazine’s January issue features so many interesting articles, and my personal favourite is the cover story: Aurora’s Musical Queendom.

You can find my article about Trelleborg on page 64 and 65 and about Aurora on page 25, 26, and 27.

Färjil for Scan Magazine

Färjil is a jewellery brand that focus on finding beauty where you don’t expect it to be found and was a part of Scan Magazines top Christmas Gifts.

This is one of my favourite articles, so far. Mainly because the couple that I interviewed were lovely, but also because the designs are very very cool. And, I also talked about it so much that one of my colleagues bought one of the designs for his girlfriend for Christmas. Sweet huh?

You can find Färjil and my article on page 62 and 62.

Asante and Offect for Scan Magazine

I wrote my second and third article for Scan Magazine during September 2018, both for the October Architecture Issue. This issue was all about sustainability and how we are affecting Earth. Asante’s founders really inspired me with their story, whilst Offect showed me how much a brand can do to give back to our planet that we are so reckless with.

Check out my articles on page 18-19 (for Offect) and 89 (for Asante).

 

Scan Magazine

I have finally come around to display my articles written for Scan Magazine.

I have been freelancing for Scan Magazine since August 2018 and really enjoy it. Interviewing and writing articles gives me such a rush and I wish that I, in the nearest future, can do this full time.

I managed to post about my first ever article and how happy I was with the opportunity, check out this blog post: Tylösand Hotel for Scan Magazine to read that one.

And the following posts will contain the rest of my already published articles as well as the whole webmagazine. Give it a read!

Swedish words in English.

How many times a day do we, non native English speakers, go “argh, there’s such a great word for it in Swedish/Russian/Italian/Hindu/Arabic/Bosnian?

I know I say it all the time, and there are so many words that I feel that English need for it to be a more complex, and colourful, language. So I’ve decided to list a few, because I need more people to understand me when I frustratingly start speaking Swedish.

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Fika – let’s start easy. Fika is something we all need to say and DO! Fika is kind of a coffee break, but also so much more than that. Fika is what you do around three o’clock at work, when the need for a hot beverage hits you, but here, at this time, you should also add something to eat. Maybe a small sandwich, or a lovely cinnamon bun. Some biscuits will do, although today, the first Tuesday in March – Fettisdagen, a Semla would be the best option. Fika is basically optimising your coffee (or tea) break. In my family the evening fika was the best fika. We always had dinner early when I was growing up, around five or six o’clock, and a little fika with tea and scones a couple of hour later always cheered me up. But honestly, you can fika any time you want!

Hen – In Sweden, hen is not a chicken. Hen is the word we use to describe when a person is neither a boy or a girl, a man nor a woman. Hen is the gender neutral pronoun and I find myself using it in English all the time. They, their, and them works, but only if the person you talk to or write to is aware of the pronouns, and people are scarily unaware (read ignorant) about this kind of things. Hen also gets criticised, of course, but when hen is said or written in Sweden everyone know what it means.

Missunnsam – This one of my favourite words in Swedish, and one of my least favourite qualities in a person. When I google missunnsam in English I get “envious” and “jealous”, but that is not all, you can be envious and missunnsam, or just one of them. A missunnsam person is someone who can’t be happy for others success, someone who won’t react when others do something good or are happy about something. It is like a missunnsam person doesn’t give it to other people to be happy, and won’t be happy for them either.

Hetsig – Hetsig is another word for eager, keen, and pushy. Hetsig is when you do something a bit rushed and almost wildly. You can be hetsig and nervous, and hetsig and happy, but it is basically when you do something a bit too fast without thinking much about it. You can be hetsig as you try to flirt in a club, or hetsig as you run in for a tackle in football. Too fast and too eager, which will probably lead to a yellow card or a slap in the face.

Bajskorv – This one is just accurate. Poo in Swedish is poo sausage. Bajskorv.

JAG ORKAR INTE – This is what I moan to Dennis when the internet connection is failing during a movie or worse, an episode of Game of Thrones. Orka is basically “don’t have the energy for it” or “can’t be bothered”. Orkar you go to the shop and get milk? That would be “do you have the energy to go to the shop and buy milk?” And when it’s JAG ORKAR INTE it means I AM TOO TIRED/WEAK/ANNOYED FOR THIS.

Duktig – I say duktig all the time. Mainly because I nanny a 21 month old little boy, but also because my boyfriend is duktig when he’s doing the washing up or tidying our bedroom. Duktig is when you have done something good and need to hear it. It is similar to well done or good job.

Mormor and morfar/Farmor and farfar – All my friends here in England knows that when I say Morfar I talk about my grandfather on my mothers side. In Sweden we have words describing the individual grandparent which I think is something that is highly needed in English. Mormor is grandmother on mothers side, morfar is grandfather on mothers side, farmor is grandmother on fathers side, and farfar is grandfather on fathers side. Easy peasy right?

That is the words I use in my everyday mix of languages, but I also want to introduce you to a few expressions that I have used using English words and gotten a few reactions.

Jag känner inte igen mig – “I don’t recognise myself”. We say this when we arrive to a place we have visited before but somehow doesn’t recognise or remember. It works fine in Swedish, but when I said it in English the first time I heard how stupid it sounds.

Finns det hjärterum finns det stjärterum – “If there’s room in the heart, there’s room for the butt”. This means that if you care for someone or love a person, or just think a person should have a spot on the sofa, there will always be space/room for this person. Like if you live in a small place but a friend is asking if hen can stay over, you can say finns det hjärterum finns det stjärterum!

Kasta inte sten i glashus – “Don’t throw rocks in houses made of glass”. This expressions warn you to talk badly about something a person does that you are also guilty off. Let’s say that I always arrive late to meetings, and then I complain about someone else being late, that would be me throwing rocks in houses made of glass.

When your tummy clench like a fist.

You know that sudden feeling of anxiety, when your tummy clench like a fist? That is how I feel when I see the tab saying “writerhannaandersson” at the top on my computer screen.

I have just finished 14 days of working. I haven’t had a day off since Monday the 18th of February, and I am knackered. But the guilt of not writing (or reading) overtakes my tiredness. The only thing I can think of at the moment is how I should be productive tomorrow; how I should make myself read and write. So I don’t want to go to sleep, because I know that I will probably let myself down tomorrow. And that fist will stay in my tummy and slowly punch its way upwards, towards the area where a panic attack live and wait to erupt.