stockholm syndrome– that’s a bad thing how?

I keep posting photos on Facebook and Insta and they aren't a big enough brush for the running of melted snow, the colors of the buildings, Elsa Bledsow, Pippi, Moomins, caradamom bread, Cicil Brunner-scented hand lotion, the friendly way "hey" sounds as a greeting, the wall paper in our bedroom, Carl Larsson's line quality, Milla getting a job offer in Carmel Valley, candles burning in silver candlesticks at the bakery, clogs, the Seattle-like setting and black licorice Swedish fish. 

Because everything is so new and wonderful, every day feels like three days, thank god; I wish I could stay a year so I could live a whole lifetime here. Still to come: Marimekko, the flea market and a restaurant with meatballs.