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  • It occurred to me the other day – I don't have a favorite spot in Gothenburg. There are areas that I like, streets I find cute, buildings that are beautiful. But I don't have a favorite spot. One of those places where it all comes together and feels complete. One of those places where I just want to stand still and have a look at the surroundings and breathe in the atmosphere.

    I have those spots in all other places where I've been living for a longer period of time.

    In Paphos, Cyprus, it was right down from our house (well, the house was never mine, but that's where we lived together). It was along the sidewalk along the sea. Right on top, it was sort of a cliff. There used to be a bench there. I almost never sat down, I was too busy walking, or on a crazy day running in that heat. Right there, the sea felt more powerful than anywhere else. I felt more alive and happy. I was in love. That was my spot.

    In Nice, it was at the very end, or start, of the Promenade des Anglaise. Right around the corner from the beach, when you turn around the hill and see the absolutely adorable harbor on one side, and all of Nice all the way to the airport, on the other. Again, the Mediterranean next to me. Boat life, beach life and running in a beautiful scenery. I remember a certain crisp morning in December, when the sun was rising and there was frost on the trees. I was listening to French radio on my morning walk before class. I was alone in the apartment, but with the sea next to me, I wasn't lonely. I was in love. That was my spot.

    In DC, it was actually not in DC. It was in Old Town Alexandria. When you have Old Town behind you, and you walk towards King Street metro station. George Washington Masonic National Memorial rises right in front of you, creating an absolutely amazing scenery. Especially when the sun is about to set and gives the whole area a certain glow and a golden touch. Old Town Alexandria was my go-to-place whenever I was upset. I took the road down to the harbor and on my way back I always felt better. I was in love. That was my spot.

    I have a spot back home as well. In my hometown. Two actually. One is out at the summer house, on the island. Looking over the sea, from the rocks just outside of the sauna. The other spot, the one spot, is just a short walk from our hose. Overlooking the harbor. I love the industrial area, with the big, grey buildings, seeing trucks driving by. If I'm lucky, the ferry is coming in from Finland. The three wind turbines look so small from that distance and so does the lighthouse. The Gulf of Bothnia, on the other hand, looks never ending. Whenever I go there, I'm in love. That is my spot.

    But here, in Gothenburg, I've never fallen in love. I haven't found my spot.
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