I’m back in my little nest after some days spent with my love in Copenhagen. I live across the bridge, in Malmö, Sweden. It’s only 40 minutes by train from where he lives, but somehow the fact that there’s a border between us makes it feel like a very long journey. That and the fact that it’s expensive to travel between two countries!

It’s safe to say that I am not cut out for long-distance relationships. I miss him intensely and I miss sharing those little everyday details, miss the morning kisses and the mundane chores, and the feeling that a quiet room sounds just so much more warm and beautiful when you share it someone you love. So for now I travel back and forth, live the same sort of life my girls do; one week here, one week there.

The only thing is that when I’m away from home I miss my own stuff, my things and my colours. And when I get back home I am struck by the impact my colourful home has on me. It makes me feel beautiful, empowered, alive. It makes me thrive and feel happy. And it’s not a coincidence. I have purposely created a home that sings with the colours I love.

Take my kitchen, for instance.

kitchen in magazines

I have literally built it around my orange smeg fridge. That fridge was the first thing I bought after the break-up with the girl’s dad four years ago back in those turbulent days when I struggled to make sense of it all and land on my feet. We split our apartment in two and I had an old kitchen to decorate. And in the maelstrom of emotions I knew that it was key to create some new settings that were me – settings that nourished me and made me feel stronger.

I have had a thing for smeg fridges for a long time and had one in our old house too, so I went to the smeg showroom. And there they were, all lined up and looking pretty. Smeg fridges in all sizes and colours.  I liked lots of the colours and hadn’t really thought of orange. But then and there I felt an immediate pull towards the orange one. I made my heart sing. It made me feel strong. It made me feel like I would survive, I would land on my feet, stronger, wiser and more beautiful and grown-up. And I did.

me besides my smeg fridge

Often, when I pass the fridge I caress it’s rounded edges and drink in the vibrant colour. I take it as my daily vitamin. And I’ll be sad to leave it behind when I move but it’s also time now for something new. It’s time for change!

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I’m selling my home

Here’s how the fridge looked in the old apartment

Here’s how my kitchen looked in the beginning

Here’s a feel of how my home looks with a different styling than now