/// sodermalm

it's my last night here in katarina bangata, suddenly i feel so sentimental. this place has become home to me, in a way. the neon pink gamla struts at the corner, the number 76 bus outside the door, the walkway in the middle of everything, the chinese store in ringvagen, the hummus cafe, the best view of stockholm when the bus turns towards slussen. the small elephant statues in greta garbo square, the time store that says you are near home. the number 3 bus when the number 76 is not around. walking home from medis, katarina the turning street. the mismatched chairs, the surprise snow falling outside, the olle baertling poster on the wall. maybe i am just not so good with things ending. but every ending is a new beginning isn't it? as benjamin button's mother said, you never know what's coming for you.