Blog in Stockholm
Some trips don’t need a passport. They just need a reason. Today’s reason was simple and perfect: I was meeting Ken to eat sushi, taking the bus there. It’s funny how a person can become an anchor point—a destination that makes everything around the journey feel a little warmer, a little more intentional. There’s a quiet comfort in knowing exactly who you’re going toward. It started at my home station —the familiar one I’ve stood on a hundred times without really seeing. The same steel benches, the same digital board ticking forward in calm indifference, the same low hum of electricity under the platform. But today, everything felt different. When you’re traveling toward someone you’re excited to see, even routine becomes a little cinematic. The train slid in smoothly, doors opening with that soft hydraulic sigh that always feels like an invitation. I stepped inside, found a seat near the window, and let the city start moving around me. A few stops later, I hopped off at the stat...