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.