Let's take a look then, January 2015.




























































After a week of surfing and bruising, the time has come to say goodbye and go back to a cold Sweden. This week has been great and painful, I am filled with bruises. I might not be born to be a surfer, but I love surfing no matter how bad I am at it.
Yesterday, after a hole day of surfing, we treated ourselves with one hour of massage. It was really nice for the poor body that is so not used to daily exercise. My shoulders can barely move after all the paddling.
It feels nice going hone, I'm ready to go back to normal life, normal food and to my dear babies. Pictures will come soon I hope, I should perhaps show the London photos first...
You know what?! Surfing in the sunset on a Monday afternoon isn't that bad. I could get used to this.
Surfing here in Morocco just puts more fuel to my desire to travel to Australia and live in van. Spending the days surfing, working when money is low, and driving to new destinations. I don't need that much more money to do that. The biggest thing holding me back are my babies. Being away from them for a year would be so hard.
I have never had to run to the gate, until today. We reach the passport control and heard them announce the final call for our flight. There were a lot of people in front of us and panic started to rise. We asked the people in front if the lone if we could go before them, explaining our situation. Thank goodness for nice people, they let us pass. After that we had to run to our gate. It said closed but there were still staff there and they let us through.
I was really scared that we would make it!
Now were trying to sleep a bit, which is hard because the seat isn't the beat and we are surrounded by kids. Flying is boring, even with free WiFi. And getting randomly kicked in the back doesn't make it better. But in a few hours we'll be in Morocco.
One more hour until my flight to London. I've checked in and passed the security control and now I'm currently sitting at espresso house where I'm been eating a bagel and a mudcake, my last meal if I crash.
My emotions are exhausting to live with. I just feel sick to my stomach and wish I could go home and hide underneath all my blankets in my bed. Travelling scares me a lot and this is kind of the first time I'm travelling by myself. So much can go wrong. But there is also a calm and rational side coexisting with this great fear. I think that's the only reason why I'm not breaking apart here on the spot. My rational side reassures me that everything while be fine and if something bad were to happen I will survive. Losing a phone, or being lost is not the end of the world. It really isn't.
Travelling, it sure isn't easy all the time.
It hasn't even been a full week on this new year and I'm already sick. Not the best start. But if it starts bad then it only can get better, right?!
Tomorrow I'm heading back home to Gothenburg for a few days, I wished I had a few more days back home before going back to school and internship. But I only have one day to settle in before my crazy month really starts. School, internship, trips and much more.
Is there ever enough time here in life?
This year has been a gamble with the highest stakes, were I've lost everything just to win it all back. It has taught me that I am stronger.

