In 1924, my great grandparents bought a little house in Gräsmark, Sweden. In the 1950s their son-in-law, my grandfather, built a bigger, more comfortable house next to it. I spent pretty much every summer of my life there. It’s where my mother was born. 2018, 93 years after Karl-August and Kristina bought their little house by the lake, my parents sold it. This place, the centre of my universe, is no longer in our family and I have nothing anchoring me anymore.
These photos are from my last summer at home.