Indians and cakes

I am a bit like the Indians that has to sit and wait for their soul to arrive after travelling somewhere. It has taken mine eight months to get to Stockholm. But last week it finally arrived. I have celebrated with listening to all swedish music all weekend. Making endless playlists.

Having friends and family spread out is a bless but also a bit of a curse. The old having-the-cake-and-eat-it-syndrome. With easy access to the whole world, Nöjesguiden, jobs with social cred and people doing their own thing it can be quite hard to see the beauty of homemade bread. But think I've finally found the balance. Managed to stop stressing and let things sort themselves out.

I was sure eating a lot of the cake last week. Monday held a spontaneous late night. Tuesday I didn't anwer the phone and stayed in with myself. Thursday offered the King of Kong, cheese and a friend that knows good movies. Friday was the night of long time no sees. Saturday a night with the family. Sunday bbq with the ones I've known the longest. And all weekend swedish music, over and over again. And its less than three weeks 'til I go to my home away from home. Still got the cake!



"How bizarre is the loneliness
that comes from having too many loved ones
'Cause you can't embrace all of them
you're left with an exposed chest

How bizarre is the loneliness
that comes from having too many homes
'Cause too many places holds a past
wherever you settle a part of you doesn't belong

How bizarre is the loneliness
that creeps up on a saturday night
'Cause of too many joyable offers
you end up them all decline
So when your final shot fills the room
you've forgotten how to pick up

How bizarre is the loneliness
that suddenly isn't there
When you're thousands of feet up in the air
and noone you know is around
with all that belongs far away
Peace found you in nowhereland"