26.9.15
Started Writing
När vi sågs igen - Novell.nu
It felt really nice to start writing again and I hope I will find more inspiration to write new material, finish started stories and rewrite what I wrote in my youth.
18.6.15
Poor Kid
I'm sitting in the arrivals hall at the airport, waiting. And what's happening in front of me makes me furious. There are about twenty people here, welcoming home a couple. They have big cameras, signs, heck, they even have a camera filming on a tripod. People are hugging, photographing and shedding tears. This might sound very sweet and you might all wonder what's making me so upset about this scenery.
The couple are not alone. They have one kid with them. A young toddler that I assume that they just adopted. I have nothing against the adoption, let that be stated right away. But this young child have just been torn from his home, might be that it just was a shitty orphanage, but it was this child's home. He's been tossed into a new family, one that I'm guessing doesn't speak a word of his own language. They then take him on a long journey, away from everything he knew. And as soon as they arrive he is surrounded by at least twenty strangers with big cameras.
I understand that the family want to share their new bundle of joy, it have surely been a long journey for these parents to get their child. But this huge commotion, it surely must be shocking, strange and scary for their child. Not given a change to adjust to his new life, he's being surrounded by all these people that want to take pictures, carry him, introducing themselves. Am I just being strange? Or is this a bit too much?
I know I'm very uneasy with new surroundings and new people, I know that it is something that cause me a lot of anxiety, so maybe I'm overreacting. But this just feels so strange to witness.
1.2.15
January in Pictures
Let's take a look then, January 2015.






























24.1.15
Goodbye Waves
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...
19.1.15
Monday Afternoon
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.
17.1.15
High Above the Ground
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.
12.1.15
There and Back Again
8.1.15
Last Meal
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.
Packing
And I also kind of need to figure out all that good to know stuff, such as how to get from the airport to my hostel. Goodness the stressful panic and euphoria in my mind is so wonderful.
6.1.15
Goals for 2015
- Paint the walls in the Hallway
- Put artworks on the walls
- Sort out my mess of a hobby warderobe
- Sew more
- Finish a few things on the 30-list
- Make a recipe book and try to make new things
- Stop the addiction to sugar
- Participate in a 10km race
- Buy boardgames and have people over more often
- Take classes in something (guitarr, dance, arts... something)
30 Thing Before 30 - an Update
15. Have manicure, pedicure and massage
This was finsihed with the massage during the wonderful visit from Linnéa and Anna in September this year.
26. Cosplay in a self-made costume
Though it was for a Halloween party, I will still cross this of. I made a beautiful Princess Leia costume with a pistol and it was so fun making it.
Things that are crossed of since before
1. Travel outside Europe
3. Open a bottle of sparkling wine
11. Surf
5 down only 25 to go and 1332 days left to do them.
2014 In a List
4.1.15
A good start
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?
1.1.15
2015
31.12.14
2014
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.