Ch..ch..ch..changes
When coming home after a while of being away you mentally prepare yourself that everything should be different. Your brain tells you that lots of things should have changed while away. For example the seasons, your friends' civil status, the fashion of dressing, the TV- shows and the way you see things. Deep in your mind though you are still convinced that everything should be exactly the way you left them.
This mental contradiction causes a bit of confusion when coming home. At least for me. When I came home I was at first utterly surprised it was summer (When I left it was winter!). After getting over the change of seasons I moved on to about my friends getting new boy- and girlfriends after which I moved on to being very much surprised by the fact that some of my friends STILL stayed together with their old partners (after all this time!). I am also very lost in watching TV since everything's changed, but at the same time I can't beilve they are showing the same old shite as when I left ( I never was much of a TV person though).
A most surprising change was displayed to me last Friday when going out with Bengan and Bea for a beer on the town. We were scheduled to go to their new favourite place, KGB. Something with that name did sound familiar but I couldn't place it (it was a bit out of context) but when we got there the pieces fell into place. The place wasn't one I'd expect to see Bengan and Bea in when I left, it was... how can I put it... a bit too...red. And the pictures of Lenin and Russian music I thought wouldn't be their attraction. But that was in the old days, and I have to admit, it beats Stureplan, I had a great time! Go change!
Saturday was cozily spent walking in the sun with Bengan after celabrating Beas birthday with scones and coffe at a café on town. The afternoon I spent with my grandma at the hospital (she's been a bit ill, but she's better now, came home today) and we gossiped and ate candy.
Fia and I thought we'd have a cozy picnic in the parc with a bottle of wine and some girlie talk, but our plans were wrecked by the sillyness of a Thai corkscrew (it wasn't a screw when we were finished). So we ended up having to go to a restaurant and ask them to open the bottle and then being to lazy to go back, drinking the wine on a bench like two drunks. Luckily Mange showed up and shared it with us. It's like I've always said: "Three drunks look better than two". Mange and I went out for a beer in the South part of Stockholm until two real drunks chased us running.
Sunday I was cozy with Vici and Bengan and had dinner with my dad at a restaurant. Pretty nice day!
Today- my last day in wonderful Stockholm (tomorrow I leave for equally wonderful, but small town Båstad, to start my job at the supermarket) I power hung out with Naomi and Fia. Baked scones, listened to good music and cursed leaving again so soon. Then I spent some quality time with my grandma before cleaning like crazy, packing and getting everything in order. I'm a bit reluctant to leave for Båstad, of course I love it there, but it's such a small town and I'll be there for seven weeks. It's a long time for someone who's gotten used to constant stimulation 24-7, for almost a year. I hope I will handle it by becoming an excercise addict, that's how I usually do it, and that would be helpfull in Lappland. Time wil tell; one good thing is Jossan is there, Great to se her again! And my family too, it will probably be good once I'm there- when I think about it; I'm convinced it will be.