Head is weary, bones feel brittle, typing mimics the inconsistencies in my sleep deprived brain. It seems that autumn has most definitely arrived in Gothenburg (or as I like to call it, “the big G”) and with it the same old cold that I always get when the weather changes. No matter where I am, it will always find me, and it will always come at the most inconvenient times. I have an audition today for a chamber choir in town and I am singing “O mio babbino caro”, a song that is not for the faint of heart and especially not for one who can’t even breathe through her nose, but I must resist the urge to crumble in to my bed with hot soup and lots of pillow time and go out in to the unearthly haze outside my window. Sure, I am taking this moment now to feel sorry for myself, simply out of self-pity, but I have come to learn that unfortunately the world does not stop for you when you are ill. Most of the time I just pretend I am not sick when I am and hope that it goes away because when I wallow I just end up feeling worse. There is, although, this thing that happens to me when I get sick (other then little red dots under my eyes), I become really emotionally unstable. The type of unstable that will cry about something that is too small, or frankly about anything that is the least bit sad or cute. Yesterday, I hung out at my friend Andrea’s house and after lunch we decided to watch Schindler’s list. Yes, on a sad and gloomy Sunday we sat in front of her television and watched a deeply disturbed and heart-wrenching Holocaust film equipped with a lot of sniffling and some sort of strange wet substance coming from our eyes. I do this shit to myself all the time though…at least this time it wasn’t while drinking whiskey from the bottle with my best friend in college and introducing her to the movie “Life is Beautiful”. I remember going to the bathroom and coming out to her sobbing with the bottle in her hand saying “how could we have done this”. That was the moment I realized that I had to stop pulling my friends down to my depressive movie level. I am now aware of this flaw of mine and am taking time to recuperate the situation. It has been harder these last couple of weeks to really take a step back from life and think about anything too hard. Everything is so busy and I am just trying to stay healthy in the midst of it all.
The weekend before last I visited Stockholm for the first time and it was as magical as I thought it was going to be. We stayed with Jessica’s (mama of the house) sister along with her husband and three kids for a short 3 days. We arrived late on Friday, but on Saturday I spent the whole day out on my own exploring the old town, Gamla Stan. I stumbled in to a great little bookstore and lost myself in there for awhile and then walked in to the Stockholm Cathedral. I didn’t think I was going to sit there for as long as I did, but there was something so other worldly about the organ music and the calmness in the air. It was also freezing outside and surprisingly warm in the cathedral.
I don’t really spend a whole lot of time hanging out with myself. I mean, it is great to be alone sometimes, but I think that exploring somewhere new is just more fun when you have someone with you. It was only a day though, and I still found many ways to entertain myself. I even got a bit tipsy off of some nice red wine and ate some of the best mushroom risotto I have had in awhile. We celebrated Jessica’s nieces 5th birthday that evening and the next day we took a walk to a castle. The weather was perfectly autumn and it smelled so lovely and crisp. I really wish I could smell right now, I kind of miss it. This last week I have had stuff going on almost every evening whether it was my Swedish course, music related, or spending time with the kids. I’m finding a sort of rough sense of a rhythmn here and trying to find a way to effectively fill my time. It was fun to celebrate Katie’s birthday on Thursday and make a wicked big deal out of it. I am very much a birthday person. My birthday could last the entirety of the month if I try hard enough, but there are some people (like Katie) who really don’t care about their birthdays very much. But, don’t worry, I made sure that she wouldn’t get away with out a celebration. We went to a mexican restaurant that actually has good tacos (shocker for Sweden) and I made her wear a super sweet sixteen crown as well as a huge ass badge that said “It’s my birthday”. She of course hated all those things, but I knew deep down she loved them anyway. The night transpired in strange ways and we all woke up the next morning with an array of feelings in our heads; confusion, sadness, stress…you name it. Maybe sometimes the expectation of a celebration sets one up for disaster? Don’t worry, the night wasn’t a disaster, it just turned out..differently then expected. For instance, I somehow ended up with the crown and completely forgot I had it on. I introduced myself to people in a pink crown with a big 16 on it. I often wonder why people don’t take me very seriously sometimes, that night I understood why. There are other things I wish I could write, but i’ll hesitate for now.
Last weekend, I had the house to myself as the family were going to celebrate their parents wedding anniversary. It sounded like a lovely getaway in the forest, but I needed a weekend before we leave for Thailand where I could just hang out with friends and possibly walk around naked in the house. There are rather big windows here though, so I was discrete. There is something so sacred about that kind of freedom to me…not having to make a mad dash to the bathroom through the hall when you forgot that you didn’t have something you needed after a shower or just letting yourself be naked for awhile. If you think about it, we really aren’t naked that often. Maybe I get it from my mother who REALLY loved/loves running around naked throughout our home. She wouldn’t even flinch if a friend of mine was over. My childhood mind transferred that in to wearing clothes as a sort of prison. I once had a friend come over (who is actually still my best friend to this day) and when she entered I tore my shirt off and then told her that “we don’t wear clothes here”. I’m surprised she didn’t run off that second. But hey, our friendship is 15 years strong, so maybe stripping was a good way to make a friend at 7 years old. So yes, I drank whiskey by my bed, watched casablanca, and maybe had a solo dance party. I had friends over for dinner on Friday night and made pasta and set out appetizers (like a real adult yay!). No one threw up or looked disgusted so I call that a successful evening! Saturday I worked on music stuff with a friend at the music school. I’m hoping we will record some stuff soon so I can share it with you guys. I think it sounds fairly good and you might end up liking it too, but I think we have to like it first (lol). Sunday was the lunch at Andrea’s (which was spectacular by the way) followed by Schindler’s list and The King’s speech. VERY different movies, but both beautifully done. The thing I am really looking forward to is the fact that I am leaving for Thailand on Saturday! I can’t believe that the day has come…and incredibly fast as well! I will be there two weeks laying on the beach, soaking up all the rays of sun I can, and possibly finding a handsome traveler that wants to drink wine with me in my private bungalow. Well, the last one is fairly unlikely, but anything is possible when you are on vacation, right? Boys are foolish and confusing, but they can sure be cute (the broadest statement ever…I’m vague for a reason folks!). This week I will prep for Thailand and try to get some work done before I leave so I don’t stress about it later. I’m still not sure what the future holds, but hell, I’m 22 years old…I might just have some time to figure it all out. Or possibly just be blissfully disillusioned by the possibility of it all.
To being a little lost, but not being too worried yet about being found. Here’s to you and here’s to me!
Drink with me
To days gone by
Sing with me
The songs we knew
Here’s to pretty girls
Who went to our heads
Here’s to witty girls
Who went to our beds
Here’s to them
And here’s to you!
Drink with me
To days gone by
Can it be
You fear to die?
Will the world remember you
When you fall?
Could it be your death
Means nothing at all?
Is your life just one more lie?
Drink with me
To days
Gone by
To the life
That used
To be
Let the wine of friendship
Never run dry
Drink with me
To days
Gone by
To the life
That used
To be
At the shrine of friendship
Never say die
Here’s to you
And here’s
To me..
– “Drink with me”, Les Miserables