Ever since I was a little girl back home in Sweden, with constant scraped knees and tangled hair, I´ve been restless, always wanting to do something an getting bored as soon as something took too long or I had to do the same thing to many times. I´ve always been the worst at waiting for anything. I didn´t even like to sleep because of the fear of missing out. As I grew older and I guess became an adult (awful thought!) this has actually not changed much at all. I still get bored and scrape my knees and the only time I enjoy being patient is on a plane, and that is only because I picture myself flying across the world towards the unknown and adventures ahead.