I am grateful for 2015.

A new year is upon us and everyone who knows me knows that I have a little weird image of how new years eve is spend. I’ve always thought that the way I spend new years eve is how I’m gonna spend the upcoming year.

Well, then I’m gonna spend it with a lot of love and amazing people.

To be honest, I can be really ungrateful sometimes and I forget to thank all of you for all the amazing things you do for me.

The year of 2015 has been the year that I’ve experienced the most.
I moved to a new country on the opposite side of the planet.
I met a lot, a lot, of new friends.
My friendship to my old ones grew stronger.
I started studying something I find really fun and interesting.
I’ve had good days and I’ve had bad days.
I’ve learned that cook and cock are two completely different things.
I’ve learned that the moon is lying down in Australia instead of standing up. And this I learned six months later after I moved there when I thought there was a lunar eclipse that only I could see.
I’ve learned that Sidney is not the capital of Australia (sorry).

And I’ve learned that I can really count on people close to me.
But the most important thing – I’ve learned that I can always count on myself.

I’m not making any new years resolution. I’m setting goals:
– Not to put things on hold
– Do more stretching
– Not stress over money
– Breathe deeper
– Be more present

2016, I am now ready to be challenged.
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Vegetarian? Why not.

A couple of weeks ago we had an assignment in our nutrition class about creating a Eco-friendly food challenge blog and I chose to try to reduce my meat intake.
The first week I didn’t eat any red meat and the second week I avoided all meat, becoming a ”one week’vegetarian” – AND IT WAS AWFUL!!!! 

It felt like all I did was eating porridge and fruit and I never wanted tacos so much in my entire life! When the weekend of that week came I broke this ”meat avoiding-life” and ate calamari.
When Monday came I made tacos and after taking a couple of bites of it I realized it actually wasn’t that good. I started making dishes that were vegetarian. And here I am – I don’t only avoid buying meat, most of the time I don’t even like it.
Except for when I buy a burger or something I barely eat any meat. And this coming from the girl that never, ever saw herself as a vegetarian.

My mum asked; So no Christmas ham this year?
It doesn’t matter how much of a vegetarian I become, I will never say no to Christmas ham. Or Swedish sausages. Cause let’s face it – Australia has the worst sausages ever.

 

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First year at uni done

In the beginning of my second semester of uni I had a class with my friend Jenna, and the tutor for that class loved having music in the background.
This one day she played Coldplay – Sky full of stars, and I told Jenna about my trip i did last year in Croatia, France and Italy. Cause that song reminds me of that time when I borrowed a bike and went down the hills in Siena in this veery warm weather, it was out in no where. If I wouldn’t have done that trip by myself I would probably not be here in Australia right now.

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Before that trip I was scared as hell. Go away, alone, in Europe, as a girl? I would get killed, I would get mugged. I had the worst thoughts you can possibly think of.
When I left for Australia I was scared, however, not as scared.

If you ever feel like moving to another country, do it. It is so worth it.
Today I finished my first year of uni here at The Sunshine coast. And I couldn’t be more proud of myself.
I got burned. I saw two snakes. I went snorkeling. I got to know myself by a new name. I was scared. I challenged myself. I failed. I succeeded in Pernilla-style. I surfed. I cried, a lot. But I also loved a lot. I did not, however, get bit by a shark.

This year I have met some really amazing people that can handle me on my worst days and also laugh with me on my best.

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And in about one month I’m going to Sweden to visit, which feels very odd. I said goodbye to mum almost ten months ago, yet it feels like two weeks.

I’m walking on sunshine, literally

At 8am I got home from a morning walk along the beach. And I love the active lifestyle here! At 7.30 there are so much people out walking, running and swimming. Everyone is so happy and they greet you as you walk by them, either with a smile or a ”Good morning!”. I absolutely love it! It’s hard not be active here on the coast.

My weird friend Jenna made a sandwich with bananas and strawberries on, so freaking amazing! So I made me one straight away when I got home. These weird Aussies hey!

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It’s only one week to go (ONE WEEK!!!) and I’m really trying not to stress my ass off!
Have an anatomy exam on Wednesday and one report due on Sunday. Library, here I come!

Some music to pump up your Sunday mood!

 

Sweden compared to Australia – Food culture

Yesterday I had a class in Food in society and we were talking about different culture foods.
I told my class about how we look at candy back home in Sweden.
In my family while growing up, and in many others, we had this thing called Saturday candy. Which meant I was only aloud to eat candy on Saturdays. And now when I’m grown up I always say; ”I’m gonna be healthy now and only eat candy on Saturdays.” Cause that kind of stuck with me through all my life.
My class laughed as they thought it sounded weird, which it probably is I just haven’t thought of it like that before I got here. Why Saturdays? Where did that come from?

Midsummer – We eat herring, get super drunk and dance around a midsummer pole. It’s awesome, but when my tutor asked the reason to why we did this, I didn’t know what to answer to that?
And the thing about Easter. Tried to explain to the class how we dress up like witches with freckles and knock on strangers doors and give letters of paintings, that we our self’s made, to them. That’s just weird! Haha.
Here do you have an explanation to what Easter is in Sweden;

 

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An Easter witch.