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"Soft Luxury for Me – Swedish Massage Review"

After work, I was on my way home with my tired body. These days, my shoulders are particularly heavy and my legs are hardened like logs. I couldn't recover just by lying down. One word that suddenly popped into my mind, 'Swedish'.

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The Swedish massage I saw only a few times on the Internet somehow felt luxurious and distant. But that day was different. Thinking this could not be done like this, I immediately opened my smartphone and searched for a nearby massage shop, and made a reservation for the day at a place with good reviews and a private room. It was something I would have hesitated usually, but I think my body made the decision first that day.

The shop was on the second floor of a quiet building, inside the high street alley. It was cozier than I thought. Under the light, which was neither bright nor dark, a subtle aroma filled the space. I thought there was a reason why the word "time just for me" exists. After receiving the registration, the therapist took a brief condition check and asked which part was particularly uncomfortable. I said honestly, "It's all clumped up. Especially my back, shoulders, legs."

When I was guided into the individual rooms, a warm bed was waiting. When I was ready and laid on the bed, the massage began with the sound of nature flowing quietly. Warm aroma oil flowed down my back, and a sliding touch wrapped around my body.

The Swedish massage was more delicate than you could imagine. There was no strong pressure, but there was a stimulus that seemed to permeate the inside of the muscle. In particular, the movements from the waist to the legs were natural and rhythmic, like a stream. In the rhythm where my body shook lightly, I gradually let go of my consciousness. It felt like my nerves and muscles that had been tightening all day were loosening one by one. I was closing my eyes, but I felt like I was also resting my brain.

What was especially good was that the therapist's touch was "not mechanical." The touch was different for each person, such as the degree of clumping and the direction of fatigue. It wasn't just a massage that followed in order, but it gave me the necessary stimulation as I read my body. It was the first time that I felt that a massage could be an art.

The massage was completed after just over an hour. The oil was neatly cleaned with a warm towel, and when I got up and put my clothes back on, it was light as if I had put on another body. The heavy shoulders were naturally stretched, and I felt blood circulating from my thighs to my calves. The feeling that my body started to move. It seemed that the things that had been hanging out had melted down.

Finally, I slowly returned to reality while drinking a cup of herbal tea. When I left the shop, I felt my shoulders became lighter for some reason and my face felt softer than usual. It was not just a 'time to relieve fatigue', but an hour that was carefully spent for me.

Since that day, Swedish has become a comma in my daily life. A word that comes to mind at the end of an exhausting day, or when I want to reward my body. A quiet luxury that even soothes the mind, not just the body. It was a more necessary experience than I thought. 마타이