mickan in world

I've realized being a single traveller means a lot of things. For one it means you can be "the cowboy"; acting moody and take off into the sunset whenever you please. It also means you can be "the inspirationist"; arriving in a company and sharing a few coloured-in memories and leaving people with the wish to do what you did. And also in some places a faint miss placed feeling of being impressed.
Being a single traveller also means never being alone, but also never being with the same people for a very long time. Loving this, but being left with your travel memories scattered around the globe and no one to say "Hey, that reminds me of that time in Laos! You remember?". Nostalgicaly zero points won for single travelling. And as my German friends Lillith put it; people might really want to be interested, or some might even sincerely be; but your adventures are still nothing but pictures or words to them. And to you they are the air you breath, your life defying moments. You think I'm being dramatic? I don't.

This is why I appreciate this past weekend so much. Making a mark, making friends and having them close enough to have a reunion. A nostalgical gathering. Is a wonderful feeling!
This past weekend I went to Lund and met up with Ellinor, Noel, Maria and Linnea, four out of five house mates from this fall. Dublin buddies; if you want.

This is our story:
We have Mickan (the main caracter in this little recollection), new in town, working as an au-pair not knowing a single person in the whole of the green isle. A bit lonely and pathetic.
This girl is walking up Grafton Street when she hears a language she knows (Swedish) without thinking she turns and grabs a surprised girl (Maria) by the arm.
"Hello! I'm new here. How long are you guys in town?"
"Until Christmas, why?"
"Oh great, me too. Can I be your friend?"
"Well, we're going to St. Stephens Green. Wanna come?"
A picknick later and meeting up with Linnea and Ellie as well we just kind of were just that; friends. And so we are still.
A couple of month later, when having quitted/been kicked out from a not-so-nice au pair family. Mickan found herself living amongst these freshly made friends and loving life. I guess this is our story.

The weekend was a great craic! To put it in Dublin fashion. Friday we went out and had dinner at a nice restaurant and afterwards we just stayed in, cozy in Ellie's and Noels great appartment, being nostalgical about life in Ireland. Also we filled eachother in on what we've been up to since we parted in December. Many exciting stories; Maria had some from Australia, Noel had some from South America, I had some from SE Asia and maybe what I found most interessting the tellings of student life in Lund by Linnea and Ellinor.
Saturday, our big night out, started with an amazing football (soccer) game between Mickan and Maria (Djurgården and Elfsborg) which almost made a rip in our friendship when DIF won with two goals in the last five minutes. Me extremely happy and bad at hiding it and Maria the opposite but equally bad at hiding it. But I think this was a good test; us deciding we'll go to the Eurocup together. Allthough hopefully we'll go for the same team then.
We had a nice pree party at Ellie and Noel's and got locked and happy on bag-in-box before heading out into the night, only stoping to almost sing at a kareoke place on the way.

I got my dose of nostalgia and a merry-go-round too. Good weekend it was.