- My cats. My cats make me ridiculously happy (except when they wake me at four in the morning, standing on my chest and demanding to be fed, in loud, screechy cat-voices)
- My family (I'm one of those people who almost never argues with parents/siblings)
- Art. Comics, digital art of all kinds, painting - the sound of pencils on paper, and the feeling of sloshing your paintbrush in a cup of water after finishing a painting.
- Writing, even when it isn't going well. Short stories, novels, flash fiction - basically anything but poetry goes.
- And on that note; worldbuilding. There is hardly
anything more fascinating than building a fictional world - even if fanatically reading anything you can get your hands on about, say, alluvial marshes might give you a headache.
- The hall of machines at the Swedish Museum of Technology:

- Stockholm's Vasa Museum, where you can see the almost-perfectly-preserved ship of the line, Vasa:

- Reading.
- Miyazaki movies (the perfect reproduction of 1920ies seaplanes in
Porco Rosso gives my inner history nerd the happies.)
- and the list is probably much longer than this, but that's all I can think of right now.