Smultronstalle

This is a new word I picked up from a novel, which I finished two days ago. It is a Swedish word, meaning a private and personal place, a place of your own. I thought it was such a cool expression, not found in English as far as I am aware of. I decided to jot down in my blog so that I would not forget it. I was trying to pronounce the word the other day, each time with a different accent. It was funny and I laughed out loud, at myself. I also tried thinking of my Smultronstalle.
The quiet road in Hanoi with two rows of trees on the pavement in an autumn day.
Mommy's kitchen with the smell of home-cooked food and home itself.
The park, where my dad got fined for riding scooter on a day when he allowed me to pon kindergarten.
A small house near my school, in which resided my first and only crush. I stalked him home every single day for about a few months.
The traffic light at which my first so called boyfriend admitted to stalking me home. I remember I asked him: "Are you turning right or going straight?". He said "I'm going straight.". "I'm turning right. Bye then!", I said and made a turn as the red man turned green. A few seconds after, he caught up with me grinning "Turning right will do too!". I laughed out loud. And it was the start of our love story, which sustained for about half a year officially. I only accepted its ending when he didnt give me any present for my birthday.
Windy Raja block where we all studied together, where Jess, waiting for mommy's express in the evening, lied down on a bench and prayed, where we had follow up, where Che thought that banmian was a bubble tea flavor, where I dropped my vanilla lime ice cream on Julian's bare foot, where Moo, leaning agaisnt wall E, told me about Mel and Tween and Jing, where Xiu did the most girly gesture I'd ever seen: tugging her hair behind her ear, where random people's notes flew under the wind and landed on the field, where Tham showed his dangling hangling fat, where I HAD THE TIME OF MY LIFE.
The empty LT where Moo and I exchanged our letters.
My boarding room where we had instant noodle party every now and then
Hullet Block where a few of us was quarrantined. Out of boredom, while the rest of our friends were shooting down CT papers, we watched comedy, recorded our singing, fished food from the 8th floor. And I let Hang trim my hair.
The window of a bus, from which I looked out to the greater world and had many conversations with God.
Ikea, where Xiu scared me to death with a soft toy rat, where Halinh cried at the memories of her and her ex.
The corner at Bishan library, where I slept on Moo's shoulder
The oldie Arcade at Queensway, where Moo and I tried out different nooby games to get enough tickets to buy this tissue box cover embroided with this comic character with eye brows as thick as Moo's. This happened a few hours ago.
I bet there are many many others which I cant think of now.
I really really love the word.
Smultronstalle