Skellefteå, Västerbotten
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Skellefteå, as it is really called. No j at all. Well, in pronounciation, yes, but spelling, no… This is my hometown. How the place changed my life? Everything that’s ever happened to me has happened there. Almost everyone I love calls this place home. I was born there. I grew up, went to school and fell in and out of love.
I guess that’s true for everyones home. So what’s so special about mine? Well, if nothing else, Skellefteå is truly beautiful. (In summer, that is. In winter, it’s mostly white and grey… Not a big fan of the snow, I’m not.) There’s this café by the river that sells waffles, and the music festival every year. (Last weekend in june, or first of july. The weekend after midsummer.) We drink too much and stay up until the sun rises. Which, since Skellefteå is in the north of Sweden, is about 2-3 in the morning.
You could come cheer for our hockey team, now in the highest division. (We do love our hockey players.)
It’s home. It fills me with warmth and a sense of security. It’s home. That’s all it needs to be.
over 5 years ago
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