Matt and I are going to Copenhagen and Stockholm for 9 days in August. Note that I said Matt and I…no kids! Someday, we’ll travel internationally with them, but I can’t imagine doing that at this stage. I mean, I can imagine it, which is exactly why I have no interest in it. To Milo’s credit, he’s actually a great traveler, and if it was just him, it would be different. But throwing two year old Zach into the mess is a whole other story—being held hostage to nap needs and car seat schlepping and time change adjustments…no thanks. Everyone’s happy this way—I get a break from the conversations of children (charming at times, but overall not particularly intellectually compelling), and the boys get to spend a week with their beloved Mimi and Papa.
We’re staying in a hotel in Copenhagen, but are booking our stay in Stockholm through Airbnb. I’ve been scrolling through the options in Stockholm, and honestly, some of the apartments are just so overwhelmingly Scandinavian minimalist that I can’t even. White everything, nothing on the walls, no books, just a few stark pieces of (well-designed) furniture.
I’m most amazed at the apartments that are clearly occupied by at least one child most of the time. No toys anywhere, just three books on a tiny shelf, a tiny bed tucked away in a nook. I look around at my kids’ room, with its train table and attendant trains underfoot, books everywhere, wooden blocks piled up on the floor, dresser drawers carelessly left open. I can’t help it as small prayer tumbles from my lips: please god turn me into a Scandinavian woman, teach me to enjoy the beauty of nothingness. And then the universe laughs at me and tells me to keep dreaming. Maybe in the next life?