Not a very good morning
I have not yet truly realized that it is 2013.
Looking back at 2012 it looks like I lived like the earth was actually about to go under in December.
The year started magically at Rhythm and Vines music festival in Gisbourne, New Zealand. Covered from top to toe in mud to the voice of Calvin Harris, I grabbed her hand, looked up into the falling rain and thought to myself that this year will be awesome. It is probably my best New Years so far.
I lived in Norrköping, Stockholm and Singapore.
I visited New Zealand, Mexico, Malaysia, Indonesia, China, Cambodia, Laos and The Philippines.
I scored some A:s and failed some courses.
I got my heart broken.
I got two schoolar ships, which were both spent like I was a child on acid.
I went to three types of shrinks for three different issues.
I worked on two places at the same time.
I made a soccer comeback after 4 years on the bench.
I made many friends and lost some.
This year ended on a beach on an island far away. Too bad 10 000 korean tourists also had found their way to this beautiful beach. Waves got my white dress wet, the 10 000 Koreans could see my underwear, I could not have cared less. When the countdown started I again looked up into the sky. I was not holding anyones hand, I was holding a beer, It was needed, since I got rather emotional. Do not remember what I thought when I looked up, probably “I will never go to Korea” or something similarly mature to that.
2013 I will try to calm down.
You can not enjoy the good things if you are always heading somewhere else.
And be a better friend to the people who have been the very best of friends to me.
I do not think 7 weeks counts as a “very long time”.
According to drama queen version of myself I am not suppose to give this blog any attention. To be honest, at the night between 8th and 9th of December I thought I had lost my sense of humor and inspiration to write at all. Which explains the “very long time”-statement in previous post. Turns out I found heaps of inspiration in getting my life flipped over and bent backwards. On my ipad I have more or less a book of blog posts. I wrote everyday for five weeks. It is a wild mix of sad, pathetic, hilarious, stupid, dangerous, and fun stories. Every single word is true, even if I would like to deny some, reading it today. I might publish them, I have not decided yet.
Ran into an exchange student who I only know briefly a few days ago. We small talked for a bit and she mentioned that my blog post “leaving means losing” had made her cry.
If I have more inspiration than ever and I can make strangers cry I should write, no matter what drama queen Sofie thinks.
So I will. Can’t keep it in. COMEBACK KID