On the platform at Odenplan, it strikes me how rarely I take the commuter rail. I stare vilset at the map of stations, double-check track numbers but I still feel insecure when I walk into able to take me in the direction of barndomsvännens newly purchased villa.
the teenage girls hanging in the center are crowded with families with children on the bus from central Sollentuna. I get off at the stop that is surrounded by green meadows and a few industrial buildings.
in the area I am looking at the measurements my friend's man on a ladder next to the farstutrappan. He tjoar happily while he screws in a new bulb to utebelysningen. My heavily pregnant friend comes out from the kitchen when she hears us talk.
During the rundvisningen she talks about how they should wait to renovate the toilet but are looking to build out the patio already for the summer to get the evening sun. I have to remind myself that I am not the home of someone's parents.
the jokes we with mixed emotions. When we guzzle tea in the sofa after dinner, förortslugnet reached me and I'm starting to see the charm of villalivet. It is extremely cosy, I note.
On the way back on the pendulum, I read a group conversation from another group of friends. ”We run Sthlm Brunch Club or Greesy Spoon?” Quickly thrown I back to citylivet where everything is just as usual.
Ida Yttergren is ekonomireporter on DN and look forward to summer dining in the evening sun of the new villa owners.