Waiting for wild strawberries

The wait for summer to arrive is with mixed feelings. It is the crunch of the Swedish studies taking its toll. I may deem it as futile at times. And today, I just long to write in English. The unspoken alienation and discomforts crept up onto me today.

Today activity is Parkleken Draken, a new place for Noah and I, by Hornstull, and the temperature: 18 degrees!  Toying with the idea to network via Mitt Liv. Much to think about for the future in this homeland I have crossed over to. Where are the hidden "smultronstället" I can relate to and connect with?

Smultronstället, which literally means "The wild strawberry patch" but idiomatically signifies an underrated gem of a place, often with personal or sentimental value. - Wikipedia