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Geography of Dreams
2024.07.02
A Geography of Dreams – How I Imagined a New Life
There was a time when, instead of watching series in the evenings, I was studying maps.
I was hunting for books about countries, tasting the names of faraway cities as if I were trying to find the perfect setting for a different life. And in many ways, that's exactly what I was doing.
The idea of moving abroad was no longer just a longing – it was becoming a quiet, tangible hope.
A soft wish that somewhere else, far from here, we could finally find peace, simple joy, and something that feels like real life.
Traveling the world through books
As I turned the pages from one country to the next, I wandered the world in my mind. I imagined what it would be like to swim in the Mediterranean every day if we moved to Mallorca –
walking barefoot on the beach, my skin salty from the sea, surrounded by sunlit mornings.
Then came Norway: a little wooden house at the foot of a fjord, where I'd lean down into a fresh, icy stream and dip my face into the shimmering water. The air crisp, the silence almost singing.
I saw myself in Finland too: sitting in the library of Turku University, surrounded by quiet students, finally studying for something that mattered – something that led somewhere.
And then there was Canada: endless pine forests, a cabin tucked deep in the woods, deer grazing near the windows, squirrels chasing each other across the trees. Morning coffee under a blanket, frost outside, light everywhere.
The image that stayed
And in the end – or maybe from the beginning – there was another image.
Less dramatic than oceans or northern lights, but stronger somehow. A little red Swedish house, surrounded by green. Quiet. Human-sized. A place where you can plan a garden.
Where no one yells. Where my daughter can run freely through the trees, laughing.
A place where we don't always have to explain ourselves or defend who we are. Where I can breathe. That became the home-image. And so it became a decision. That's how Sweden became our new beginning.
Moving isn't just a change of geography. It's the quiet hope that somewhere out there, you get to be fully yourself.
That what you once only imagined – might actually come true.