Bruised

Me and Tina went out for dinner and way too much alcohol this Saturday.

It ended up with my head spinning like... I don't know what, just trying to remember makes me feel sick.

I wasn't able to cycle, so had to walk with the bike. Maybe I thought it was supporting it. But then I fell. I don't know if I was trying to cycle at the time or if I was standing still and just fell. But my left leg got caught in the bike somehow and now my leg looks like this...

This coming Saturday I will stay away from too much alcohol and bicycles. Well, I'm going to try!

A weird Monday. Last Monday was weird as well. Last Monday was about recovering from the weekend as well. I have a feeling this is how the remaining three Mondays will be.

First weekend was late night partys. This weekend was adrenalin rushes and partying.

Still fighting with a cold I tried to sleep as long as I could. T was in front of her laptop watching a film when I got up. I went to sit outside to have my coffee and check the interweb. Then I moved to the roof terrace to read. T stayed inside.

Silent day. But maybe that's what's needed when you've spent 4 days with 9 other people being active like hell.

Off to the cinema now and dinner.

Location:Second holiday Monday

Folk music and sunshine

Huge folk music hunt on Spotify today. It suits the weather. The feeling of spring. The surreal feeling of knowing it's not long now.

Intense weekend with visit from my dad and step-mom went by in a flash. Back at work yesterday, a Tuesday that never seemed to end. A Tuesday that started with apologies and ended with dine and wine.

And an intense weekend ahead. Lots of alcohol (but that's not unusual) and being surrounded by all my awesome friends. Londoners meeting the non-Londoners. British meeting the foreigners.

Mix and match and who knows what or who you'll catch.

I'm impressed, are you impressed?

So... I've been travel insurance hunting. And I haven't been enjoying it. Not at all. And I prefer hunting for nice things. Like clothes or a good looking man. But travel insurance? Yuck.

Then my friend in Sweden said: Why not get a home insurance? You need one for when you come back, and the home insurance has cover for travels. Yep, that's right. Swedish home insurance have cover for travels, without demanding extra money. I had completely forgotten about that.

I went home. Fired up the old sugar laptop. Went on Lansforsakringars website, as I know they're good. Started my quote. Was presented with what cover you get. So not only for your precious possessions, you also get third liability, solicitor, if you're assaulted and travel. Cover for trips up to 45 days I have to add. All that in one home insurance. And with an added drulle cover, my premium for a year would be 605 kr, about £58.

I was impressed. Very impressed. And better cover when travelling than anything I've looked at on British insurance sites without having to pay a fortune.

Halleluja.

I simply had to share that piece of Swedish awesomeness.

Not long now

Suddenly D-day is within visible distance. I can't help but be scared and excited. And a little bit sad too. Trying to think about what I'm coming home to, and not so much what I'm leaving. But I can't help but think of the people I love and will miss incredibly much. Or all the things available here.

The thought of not having loads of bars, pubs and clubs to choose from makes me want to quickly create a clone and send that to Sweden. Maybe I'm still too single? It's not like I've got a man waiting for me. Although I will be living on a mansion and I've been told that works very well as a chat up line. At least it works for guys. The question is, will a guy be impress if I ask him:

Do you want to come back to my mansion?

I will eventually find out I guess. Unless the man asked is at the mansion, attending a party. Then it would be slightly silly. But I could say:

Want to come back to my room?

That might work too.

A month from now I will be ready to go to the Philippines. 33 days of sunshine, heat and beaches. Yeah, I can live with that.

Then back to Sweden. To the mansion. Find a job. Have a fucking good time. Get drunk with my brother. Have coffee with my dad.

I can do this.

Time to get crackin'

Six weeks from today I'm starting my trip to the Philippines. It feels a bit surreal thinking that.

It also means I'm one day and five weeks away from being in between jobs. That means I need to start job hunting. No more lazing around missy!

On a Scandinavian note, England is up against Denmark tonight. Go Denmark!!!

You

Yesterday, when we were standing in the crowd, music surrounding us, I realised how much I'm going to miss you.

How unbelievably much I'm going to miss you. Hanging out with you, laughing, being silly, being drunk, being hungover, doing whatever.

It's going to be so hard to leave you. To say good bye.

And that day isn't that far away anymore.

Time - slow down

D-day is getting closer and closer. And my head starts spinning more and more.

Am I doing the right thing? Yes you are. But... Yes, but?

I know I need to leave. For how long I don't know. Although when I made the decision to leave my situation was a lot more unhappy. And then I moved in with Barbara and Jan. And it was the best thing I've done in many years. And a part of me starts thinking... maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I shouldn't. But I know I have to. I have the opportunity to this NOW.

There are a couple of things I need a break from and get a distance to. And then see what happens.

Anything can happen after 27 April.