To spend long periods only storing oneself (living) in an environment while waiting for the needle prick of “living” – and then living in another place – was not for us. Especially not in an environment like Stockholm, which has increasingly become directly hostile to humans. The feeling that life existed in another place became overwhelming.

We chose to move to the countryside south of Örnsköldsvik in Ångermanland. A region to which one of us had ties. There was hunting and fishing. Our own plot to cultivate. Berries, mushrooms, and more excursion destinations than we will have time for in our lifetime.

It is not a decision we have regretted.