Milon in Washington DC

We're so different from each other. They're so young – Grandma's so old. Iron likes to plan things in detail – Grandma goes with...

My year in the US has come to an end, we all know that. Even I know that (although, it might not seem that way). However, the program I atte...

Finally! The day has arrived when Grandma and The Vagrant gets to visit Iron's famous hometown of Böppa! We cannot express the joy of se...

In the middle of life, as beautiful as it could ever be. Torn between the feeling of belonging elsewhere and knowing where home will always ...

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...