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Foreword
This is a morning post written from the small table in our camper van. Coffee in hand, the world still quiet, and my body slowly waking up after a better night of sleep than the ones before. Gratitude and longing swirl together in my thoughts as the road waits outside.
On the Road Again – for the Last Time?
We’ve only been away for three days, but it already feels like forever since we left home. We’re now about 1000 kilometers north, and today we’ll continue towards Gäddede, Stekenjokk, and Vilhelmina – places we’ve visited so many times I’ve lost count.
But this trip isn’t just about us.
This one is for the Little One – so he’ll know what our country looks like. So he can say:
“I’ve been there. I remember. I know what it looks like.”
Maybe it’s the last time we take this journey. Because this is the last youth we’ll have living with us. That thought stirs something deep in me.
ADHD, Sleep, and the Soothing Rhythm of the Road
Last night I finally slept – not perfectly, but better. Around six and a half hours. The previous nights? Barely four. And with ADHD, that kind of sleep deprivation starts to eat away at both body and mind.
Sleep and ADHD don’t always go hand in hand.
The thoughts keep spinning, the body doesn’t settle, and even when you’re tired, it’s like your brain didn’t get the memo.
But here in the camper, something shifts. Maybe it’s the fresh, crisp northern air. Maybe it’s the rhythm of travel. The Little One, who often says he can’t fall asleep, drifts off in less than half an hour here. There’s a calm in motion that helps the chaos settle.
For ADHD bodies, movement can bring peace. When the outside moves, the inside can finally rest.
Vegset – Roadwork, Rocks, and Memories
Right now, we’re in Vegset, staying at a familiar campsite. Outside, roadwork is underway – just like it was three years ago when we were here.
The road closes between 7 p.m. and 7 a.m., every night.
They’re widening the road and installing fences to catch falling rocks and forest debris. The timing is perfect for the campsite – the last stop before the road closes. Some might find it inconvenient. I think it’s clever.
Missing Home, Wondering About Tomatoes
Even though we just left, I already feel a pull toward home.
How’s the greenhouse doing?
Are the cucumbers bigger?
Have the tomatoes begun to ripen?
Our greenhouse waters itself – but only if the rain barrel isn’t empty. And the shower at home – oh, how I miss it. Campground showers work fine, but they stop when your coins run out. At home, there’s no such interruption.
A Little Guilt, A Lot of Gratitude
I have to admit, I felt a little guilty this morning.
Here I am, sitting in our lovely camper, traveling across countries, and still… missing home.
But then I reminded myself – we’re lucky.
Not everyone can do this. Not everyone has the means.
Be grateful, Carina. This is a gift.
There will be days, soon enough, when I sit at home and wish I were back on the road.
Writing on the Move – and Letting the Story Grow
Even though it’s a bit cramped and tricky, I’m still working on my book.
”The Winged Horse at Dusk.”
It was supposed to be a short story – but stories that carry feelings and challenges… they grow. And I’m letting it take the space it needs. I write a few pages each night, after we’ve parked and settled.
Final Words – from LVL², With Heart
That’s all for now.
Thank you for reading – it means more than you think.
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Wishing you a day that’s yours to shape – in thought, in pace, in peace.
/Carina
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