Milon in Washington DC

Sometimes, people tend to forget the most basic things. So dear reader of this blog, let me remind you of something I believe we should all ...

I was never anxious about leaving Sweden. I was never nervous to go overseas and live there for a year. I'm an explorer and I love to be...

This weekend, I had two visitors on my couch. My beloved former roomie and forever dear Iron Ass stopped by with a friend of hers and before...

Did you know, that suffering from the Potomac Fever is much more severe when you're far away from the source of the illness? Yes. Take ...

More nostalgia on the way! I know, you think it's getting old. Like "Come on girl, get over it." But a farewell is a long proc...

On today's to-do-list is drafting a little diary over five extraordinary (or ordinary) events from my time in DC. It's an assignment...

Sometimes, I'm having a hard time understanding that I actually lived there. I lived there. Those were my streets. That's where I di...

A few days ago, I was telling my mom how I haven't been sick lately. The day after, I had a sore throat and a terrible headache that las...

Today, I'll get my old apartment back. The one that  I packed down  almost a year ago. The bizarre feeling of that is just too much to e...

A conversation that took place one day at 305: Grandma: I like to look at my photos every now and then. Tattarn: Oh, we know that! Grand...