Last box

Eleven years after moving home from Korea, I finally unpacked the last cardboard box from “Korean Post”, long forgotten in my parents’ basement as life kept shifting, first to Umeå, then to Gothenburg. Inside: a worn copy of The Serious Hiker’s Guide to Hong Kong, a Conrad Maldives luggage tag, and a scattering of other mementos that made the whole experience feel like unsealing a time capsule from another life.

Otherwise, as I take the train back across the country, I can look back on 48 hours filled with a full marathon distance of running, an epic tandem bike ride with my mother, and lots of cold water swimming in the Baltic.