Mange's Send-Off
Allthough I've spent the day cursing parties in general and promising myself never to drink again I can't escape the fact that the send-off Mange threw us (Me, Naomi, Fia) yesterday was absolutely wonderful. Absolutely wonderful!
Mange, Fia, Naomi, Nisse, Jacob, Ingrid, Jossan, JD, Emilie, Emerick, Nils, Björn, Anton, Sofia, Carolina, Team Konsum, Team McDonald's... and everyone else. Good people. Good party.
Wine, Whisky, Bacardi, Mojitos (delivered by the barman, straight from Niquaragua), cider. All amounts to my heavy head today and my light head yesterday.
I could not whipe the smile off my face. Not for a second did I have a boring time. The only unpleasant event was when someone anounced that the last subway was about to leave. And the good byes. Cause this is me leaving. Bye bye. Moving. I will not be living here anymore. And I will miss my friends. They're irreplacable. Of course, don't wanna be too sentimental, I'll be back for christmas stories and I am bringing my two best friends with me overseas. Comfort. Sometimes it makes me feel a bit fortunate to have friends like this. Cause I am.
Well the night had everything one could wish for. Good music (grace à Naomi), long lost and newly found friends, some bubble from France, a Kiwi Haka (War dance) and an attempt to qualify for Swedish Idol.
Hugs and kisses and laughs and smiles and winks and whistles....
(Tack för igår Mange! Jag hoppas att vi inte lämnade det alltför stökigt och att grannarna inte slänger ut dig. Det var underbart lyckat!)
The calm before the storm
Of course I have done some things. I've gotten things sorted. Emptying my room, buying some necesseties, putting all my music on my computer. Those sort of things. Takes a lot of time and is not in the least satisfactory- until you've left that is.
I did see Djurgården tie to Trelleborg on Monday. A bit of a set-back loosing two points, but it was a good game. Exciting! And my last one this season, saw it with my DIF-budds and was happy.
I am getting a bit excited. I'm leaving on Monday. Monday! So darn close. I can't wait but I don't wanna say good bye again. Mixed feelings. But I find myself smiling silly smiles over thoughts of cobblestones, lectures, new friends and pints.
Bring on the adventure!
The human checklist
Yesterday I was close to tears from stress. Right now everything is so HARD! Every damn paper from Trinity is in a language I need my full brain power to understand and allways followed by the usual "threat" (if you fail to fill this form out correctly it may lead to serious... balblabla... and it might lead to loosing your place at TCD). Gah!
Also not knowing when I will have to leave and where I will stay is a serious headache..
But then I had Naomi over for dinner and she put things in perspective. My mum is an angel too and Fia's always there to listen. Lucky for me... do I deserve them?
I was looking through an old box of "Ireland-stuff" and I found my diary from last year. By chance I opened it and read the section I wrote on the plane home to Stockholm. It finished with: "Eventhough I long to get home it is sad to leave Dublin. It's okay though since I'm absolutely positive I'll be back in September, but then as a TCD student." I had my doubts since then, but now i know i made the right decision.
(Oh, and by the way; I had two holes in my teeth).
Go(a)l(d)
How do people who aren't into sports coope with life?
Maybe I'm just an adrenaline junky. But there is just nothing to campare to the feeling you get when your team scores the winning goal or when the ref. calls off a winning game. Likewise there is simply nothing that compares to loosing or having a penalty-kick wrongly (isn't it always?) called agains you. But then atleast you're not alone in your misery. Sticking together after a loss, might be miserable at the time, but in the long run it's almost as rewarding as celebrating a victory. But damn, I do hate loosing!
My team won 4-1 Monday. Djurgården is in the top of the league. Suddenly everything is so pretty and bright and even going to work is a joy (I have a fellow supporter across the hall).
How do people who's not into sports survive?
I mean, you can't be in love all the time...
I love eleven sweaty players, blue stripes and a singing, mad crowd.... all the time....
A weekend that puts everything into perspective..
Things I've learnt about myself:
-I am a person who tends to listen very much to my first emotions and act accordingly and before I think.
-I am a person who tends to reason a lot AFTER I've followed my emotions and ends up cursing my first; emotionally guided act.
-I am a person who tends to stress up about things. Not the chilled out type; taking life with a shoulder shrug (I cannot se myself saying things like: "Chiiiiil out, man......", while puffing on a joint). This past year has taught me a lot about this though (*joke: haha).
-Besides all of this I am a reasonably confident person and I trust myself to get where I want to go.
The knowledge about this last statement came to me after this past weekend and it put all the other statements into perspective. No matter how rough it gets I will always trust myself to work it out (even the Irish housing business).
My stomach is (close to) untangled.
It took a weekend. It took getting locked at Jossans moving-in party. It took a dreadful hang-over and a lovely day on the town with my sister (taking care of business I really needed done). It took some sunshine and the company of a very loved friend on a bike around Djurgården. It took a cup of tea and a cinnebun (thanks Andrew for introducing that expression!) in a sunlit café. It took a Saturday night on the sofa with a half-bad movie and half-melted ice-cream. It took a long jog. It took a dinner at grandma's. And I'm there...
Tomorrow is Monday and I'm back at mind blowingly boring, full-time, office job; but that's okay.
....It also took a hot date in the sun with a crayfish-party introduced yankee... but that's another story (and you'll have to tickle it out of me!).