The day after tomorrow

It's almost time. The day that seemed to distant, so very far away, like I would never get there. In one piece.

And now it's suddenly the day after tomorrow that I finally go home-home. Home-home to see my beloved brother, dad, friends. To get some rest from the UK chaos.

Midsummer party with amazing people, in an amazing house by the lake, see as many friends as I can, but most of all... rest.

The 5 days at Roskilde will be a test. A Karolina and Tina test for the future. If we come out of that still as good friends, we know it's good.

Things are blowing hot again.

22 days

21 days too many.

I left my heart in the beach shop

Road trip to Poole yesterday. Mission: take Kim home and to work. Driver: Mie. Passengers in the back: Me and Tina.

We saw sunshine, harbour, boats, wind surfers, the sea, buried our feets in the softest sand and joyfully shrieked when the ice cold water washed over our feet. And then we stayed away from the water. Shaking our heads at the people actually being in the water. Not that they were that many, but enough for head shaking movements.

Headed towards the beach shop for icecream. I turned around to pay, and bang, 1, 2, 3 and my heart was sold to the boy with the gorgeous blue eyes. I think we had moment. I think my bluegreen (?) eyes won him over too. And my heart shaped tattoo, that he complimented.

Pretty beach boy stole a piece of my heart. He's more than welcome to keep it.