I forgot to blog today.
Which is probably the most accurate thing I could’ve written.
Because we’re here now—really here.
Three days from Stockholm.
Four days from Visby.
One week from Medieval Week.
And somewhere between booking ferries, watching the weather shift every 15 minutes, and trying to remember where I put my travel-size toothpaste, I forgot that I haven’t written anything down yet today.
Which is kind of poetic.
Because this is the final moment of real life before everything becomes the thing I’ve been waiting for.
The island. The ruins. The ghosts. The heat. The rain. The magic. The myth.
🌾 A Soft Pause
This blog started as a countdown.
But today feels more like a breath.
I’m still in my everyday clothes.
Still doing laundry.
Still drinking coffee from my chipped Swedish mug.
But in my head, I’m already walking the wall.
And that’s the thing about journeys like this.
They start long before you arrive.
🇸🇪
Swedish Word of the Day: “resfeber”
Resfeber – the travel fever; the restless, nervous anticipation before a journey
Used in a sentence:
Jag har resfeber. Visby väntar.
(I have travel fever. Visby is waiting.)
Swedish Wanderlust 