10 days to go... I'm getting closer finding out if the murderer was Colonel Mustard with the chandelier in the vestibule... closer to finish this last chapter. Every time I'm finished reading a book, I lay it down on my chest, I close my eyes in a moment of silence, reminiscing about the world I´ve been a part of, its content and how I see myself in relation to the characters, the sceneries and the events. Now, as I'm about to leave so much behind, I've started to reminisce about my own life a bit more than usual. A last farewell I guess. Some closure! Time to do the break up thing. "It´s not you, it´s me!" I´ve taken time to sit down with my closest, talking everything through and they've all brought up one word that I´m not sure how I´m gonna relate to: bravery! Even though hearing it makes me happy, I'm not sure I see myself as brave.  How does one define bravery? To me it's a matter of subjectivity but with a more objective look M...

Hoarders! A fascinating TV series about the impact and control an item can have over a person. All though I´ve never been anywhere near that kind of OCD behaviour, these couple of weeks has raised a major question: Where the heck does all this stuff come from? Have I really been a part of this? A group assignment from high school?! Really?! And we didn't even do a good job! Birthday and Christmas cards from when Ronald Reagan was president! I know how old I am. This bottle of moonshine's been stored for 32 years and I don't need a hundred plus bouquet holding teddy bears and golden retrievers with pitiful eyes to remind me. When and where would I ever be in use of that? Still, there it is, hidden away at the bottom of a box in the basement, together with other memorabilia's I, back then, thought would give me great joy in the future. When did we become like this? Was it our grandparents who passed on the legacy of never to waste anything due to the hardships tha...

I t´s about time I show you the money! And this kind won't wrinkle, get ruined in the washer or get stolen at the back of an alley after a drunken night out on the town. I´m talking pictorial baby! I´ve picked out some of my favourite pictures for you to see what my new home town is all about - a little bit of history, places that are on my bucketlist to explore and miscellaneous ones to dream about.  Brace yourselves! Once upon a time, in the beginning of the 9th century (800-talet) after a long ranged voyage over two seas and a channel they finally arrived - the Danish seafarers!  "You´ve reached your destination" a GPS would´ve said centuries later. They moored their boats in the blackened water and went ashore.  "What shall we call this new summer idyll?" Asbjorn (or something like that) asked?  The poet among the lads, Sven (or something like that) said:  "Let´s name it after the black pool where we first put our feet - and in i...

Warning! The content of this post may or may not be of a top notch quality due to a specially selected audience.  I´m gonna share some guidelines on how to land 2 of the most important things for the exodus cause -  a job and a home. So bare with me all of you it may not concern! Previously on Duchess of Dublin! I was about to reveal where my snooping around led me... so let's get back to the story. I found this community on Facebook called Svenskar i Dublin (Swedes in Dublin).  A place to update yourself about what's going on in the city,  for general Q&A or if you're just having an urge to say hi to other fellow Swirish people. Apparently my meticulously tailored Swedish disguise was so well executed, because I got accepted into the group straight away. With sweaty palms I started to type... everything went in ultra rapid, my determined index finger on the autocorrecting buttons:      "What are the chances of me get...