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 station below, feeling that small, fluttery anticipation that only comes when you know someone is waiting on the other side.
Watching Stockholm Drift By
The tracks carried me through quiet residential blocks first—rows of apartments still half-asleep, balconies holding bicycles and folded chairs, windows reflecting pale sky. Then the scenery slowly shifted into something more industrial, more angular. Warehouses, long fences, distant cranes. The kind of landscape you only notice when you’re passing through it slowly enough.
People came and went at every stop. Some with headphones pressed deep into their worlds, some scrolling endlessly, some just staring forward with that peaceful, blank commuter expression. No one knew my destination had meaning beyond a dot on a map. And I liked that.
Somewhere between stations, I caught my reflection in the dark glass of the window—softly distorted, layered over passing lights. It felt like a reminder that movement isn’t always about distance. Sometimes it’s just about intention.
Arrival (station)
It always feels different when I arrive. However, I suddenly realized I’d gotten off one stop too early—at .... instead of ..... Gotta walk then XD