Today I’ve lived in Västerås for two years. Well, I did live here for five years 99-04 but since I moved back it’s been two years today.
Two years of great shopping and almost everything I might need in the same city as I live in.
Two years of big supermarkets (how I’ve fucking missed those)!
Two years of having more than one pub to go to if I want a night on the town (not that I do any more, but if I wanted to, I’d have options).
Two years of city buses, which if you miss one you’ll only have to wait ten minutes for the next one (rather than two hours where I lived before…)
Two years of living one hour from the capital with all it offers in things to see and do.
Two years of take-away sushi and so many restaurants I could eat in a different place every day of the month.
Two years of veggie burgers from Max hamburger fast food chain (the best in Sweden!).
Two years of walking that beautiful road next to the stream during summertime.
Two years of living in a city which is so big that there’s still parts of it I’ve never seen. There’s always more to explore here!
And best of all, almost two years with the best boyfriend in the world, who I would never have met if I had not moved here.
Conclusion, I’m very happy I moved back here and I don’t miss Hultsfred at all. A population 110 000 city is more my thing than a population 5000 town.
Today a snow storm hit the region I live in. Since I had to go outside when the storm was at it’s worst I stopped at the convenience store to buy cream on my way home. It just seemed like the perfect hot chocolate weather so that’s what I made when I got home.
When I took these photos the snowing had almost stopped. The weather was a lot worse earlier, mostly because of the strong winds which blew around both the falling snow and the snow on the ground.
View from my balcony.
Snowplow in action.
It’s been snowing the past couple of days. The forest next to my house looked beautiful dressed in white yesterday.
No snow here but I liked the scene this made.
This is skrapan (or rather 2/4 of it since the photo doesn’t show the bottom floors) or as you’d call it in English “the scraper”. Skrapan is derived from the Swedish word “skyskrapa” meaning skyscraper. This twenty-five story building is with it’s 81 meters the twenty-fifth tallest building in Sweden. Yeah, we haven’t got a lot of skyscrapers here.
In Sweden the last Sunday in November is called “skyltsöndag”. The word “skyltsöndag” comes from the word “skyltfönster” which means “display window” and “söndag” which means “Sunday”. Skyltsöndag is the day when stores traditionally put up Christmas decorations in their display windows. Usually the cities outdoor Christmas decorations are also put up this weekend.
Me, Andreas and part of my family went downtown to look at the decorations and visit the Christmas market. I took some quick snapshots which turned out kinda shitty.
This week I went for a guided tour at the thermal power plant here in Västerås. We got to go up on the roof from where the view was breathtaking. We didn’t stay up there for very long so I only had the time to take a few quick snapshots. Unfortunately I didn’t get any photo in the direction of the downtown area but I’m not sure those photos would have turned out interesting anyway since we only have one skyscraper in this city.
My house is barely visible. When you look at the photo in full size, you can see the roof of it. It’s in the middle of the photo right at the horizon, left of the row of red houses, above the row of white ones.
Today I went for an early morning walk by the stream and took this photo.
I also got new kitchen cupboards today. I’ll show you photos later.
I wanted to see how well my camera photographs in darkness so me and Andreas took a walk by Svartån, the stream that runs through Västerås. I think the photos came out pretty nicely.
Today while Christmas shopping downtown I got the strongest flashback outside of one of the malls. I thought about a day more than ten years ago when I walked the same way with a friend who I was very close to back then. Since I moved back to Västerås I get these kind of flashbacks often. It’s not things I have forgotten and suddenly remembers, it’s that when I am in a particular place and come to think of memories I have of that place the memories I have of it becomes extremely strong. It’s as though I remember a feeling, how it felt to be the person I was back then, how I felt for the people I knew back then. I almost expect to look down on my clothes and find myself dressed in the skirt I always wore in high school. To look over my shoulder and find my old best friends standing there.
I didn’t miss things in that way when I lived in Hultsfred because it was a completely different place where my teenage years in Västerås felt very distans. Now I’m all of a sudden back at the crime scene, so to speak, and being here I remember all the good times so much more vividly. It’s one thing to think of what you did in high school when you’re sitting in a town 400 Kilometres away and another thing completely when you walk by your old school.
Perhaps I wouldn’t be as melancholic as I am about the past if I had never left Västerås. Now the end of everything that was my life back then came abruptly. I didn’t lose my friends one by one, I lost them all at the same time when I moved. Life as I knew it didn’t slowly change into something else, suddenly I just lived in a small town in Småland where I had never even set foot before.
Now I make it sound like my life is 2011 is shit and my teenage life was the shit. That’s not the case. My life in 2011 is good and I certainly don’t want to be a teenager again. Except for maybe that feeling of having my whole life ahead of me that I had back then, I do miss that. Still, what I do wish is that I could merge my old life with this life. Take the best from both. At least I have reconnected with a few people from before and that’s wonderful. A small piece of my old life in Västerås is part of my new life here too.
It doesn’t feel like ten years ago.
Still open for Christmas card exchange btw.
Every day I’m reminded of how lucky I am to live in a big city. I’d prefer not living close to the highway but when I look out through the window and see the cars passing by I’m reminded of the fact that there is a highway there because I live in the fifth biggest city in Sweden. When I shop at the convenience store which is open until 9 PM every day I’m also reminded of how lucky I am to live here. In Hultsfred the grocery store closed at 4 PM on Sundays. There’s one thing in particular which makes me feel truly blessed to live here. The shopping! I love how I can spend hours going from store to store and yet be far, far, far from having gone to all of them. I love that everything I can possibly need I can find in the city I live in. Not at all like Hultsfred. There I had to rely on internet shopping and going to “nearby” (one hour by car isn’t that near imo) cities once in a while. Being able to go to different pubs and not just hang at the same place every time I want to party is also fantastic. Here you can actually do a pub crawl.
I love Västerås. I can go on and on about the advantages of city life. Moving back here is truly the best thing I’ve done in a very long time. I’m so much happier here than I was in Hultsfred. It’s not just the city in itself but also the new life I’m living, the people I’ve met, the things I’ve done and do.