final few hours - cannot say that i'm exactly overwhelmed with sadness, though i've come to discover a certain rhythm and affinity to this city, loneliness notwithstanding. i
am ready to go home, to tinkle with my keyboards and sing et al, but it's always a little .. melancholic?... when one adventure invariably draws to an end.
this sojourn has confirmed that i am quite a rubbish solo traveller, in the sense that i find it really difficult to truly enjoy myself when i'm the only one taking in these fresh experiences, these beautiful landscapes. i concede that has coloured my image of this city somewhat - and it's only in these final moments that i agree, stockholm is a beautiful place (at least, once you get outside the drab
concrete calamity of normalm), with the requisite wide open streets, pockets of greenery and pretty waterscapes (it's amazing how happy one feels when one doesn't have to elbow their way past a crowded street - i think the key to singaporean happiness, is just a little more space). on loneliness, it's a contradictory affair (aren't they always) - i must admit i actually enjoyed not having to speak with anyone for hours on end, even as i cursed (daily) the lack of camaraderie between my laptop and my hotel network.
but oh well, that's another adventure ending - next up, aussieland in oct!