Møn

Away on a short weekend-trip to Møn, with work.

I wasn't sure what to expect, but luckily I came home happy and tired.
I feel so lucky and privileged to work with such sweet colleagues.
We played, danced, walked, laughed and ate delicious food.
And I am sore all over.
I ate wild blackberries.
I stepped in cow dirt.
The sea wind blew my mind free of all thoughts.
I had my own room.
Falling asleep I kept listening for. Something. But there was nothing to hear but pure silence.
I woke up listening to these two songs. A Thousand Years. Dear John.

I wouldn't mind living on Møn. Or in any countryside.

Election

Winners !!

Home is where my bed is

Just found this (for some reason) never published post. Dated September 15th.




My weekend was spent back home. Met with my three best friends, and laughed with my old colleagues. And did absolutely nothing with my family.
I was there for 49 hours. And for 49 hours I had a strange feeling of being in no-mans land. In a city that has been home most of my life, but now no longer feels like home.

Damage!

Well. It has been a rather unfortunate 24 hours for me.
Last night I Tea-bagged (not in the Samantha way though...) L. Dropped it on her thigh, and today she woke up with a gigantic blister. 1cm thick with a 2cm diameter. She had to go to the doctor.

Woke up to a flat with a pretty serious water-damage. The girls had already been at it for two hours. Yet as the carpenters cut through the wallpaper it poured poured poured down with yellow water.

I came home to a cracked ceiling. In my room. The cracks run through half of my room. The ceiling gave a rather alarming sound when I gave it a little push (which obviously wasn't such a good idea)

Oh the joys of living beneath a building site!

Now I am eating elderberry soup while watching election programs on TV, trying to make up my mind about voting tomorrow.

Autopilot

The last two weeks have passed by unnoticed. I haven't payed them any particular interest. I go to work. I go home. And I do whatever needs to be done. Thinking back I can recall several things that I want to remember.
The endless laughing when reading applications, and the same hour-long act we would put on when interviewing, trying to find our new flat-mate.
Summer-party at work. Eating too much good food (buffet... Can't help it). And a cake contest, which meant five pieces of cake for me.
And all the golden moments at work.

My whole idea of this blog is to remember 2011. I have surprisingly bad memory concerning my life, which is why I have been unhappy about my un-blogging these past weeks. There have been so many changes in my life since June, and it is not until now I realize what has happened. It feels as if I am exhausted, stressed and and calm. All at the same time. I have no worries, and yet I can't stop searching for that one thing. The thing that will make my house of cards collapse. Spoil my plans. And make me cry.

I neither feel genuinely happy, nor unbearably sad.

I float my way through life. On autopilot.

Chemistry

Today I have been doing my chemistry homework. And a good friend just left my bed. Tomorrow we are going bike shopping, for her. Started chemistry this Friday. I guess I just have to get it over and done with. Not particularly interesting, and not completely boring either.