“It’s like we’ve known each other for ages.” I’m sure you’re familiar with that feeling. Well, I felt exactly the same when I met Anne for the very first time in her cozy and beautiful flat.
It’s Sunday morning and I’m late. I’m trying to prepare the Swedish cinnamon bread, which I baked last night, for a safe transportation. I find a box, the bread fits into it, let’s go.
When I arrive, Anne makes coffee and prepares avocado toast in the kitchen, where very piece is unique and handy.
We sit at the table and we start to talk. Talk about Sweden, travels, friends, Instagram, business, plans, past and future, stories about life. We pour coffee into our cups over and over, and we just don’t stop talking. And even when we stop after a while, that’s also alright. We don’t feel embarrassed when the silence comes. Instead, Anne brings some flowers and we make wreaths – it’s like a private workshop for me.
We spent the whole day together. It was calm and slow. Conclusion? Every Sunday should be like this. Good coffee in good company, and flowers around.