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stuck with a job going nowhere
preggers
What the fuck happened?
Feels like every few years is a whole different life.
Nothing changes from a day to another. Still; everything seems to change looking back five years at the time.
Well, maybe not everything; still me, still a sucker for gaming (even though ps4 nowadays rather than PC gaming), still feeling a bit lost through each of these cycles.
I don't write much anymore.
I rarely have the alone time I so wholeheartedly appreciate (and need).
Even less with the little Dictator coming into this world in just a month or so.
I escape from reality through music (bm), pods (satire) and some gaming (Diablo III).
Most of the time that seem to be enough.
Maybe it's just time to grow up. Maybe not.
fredag 23 november 2018
onsdag 17 juni 2015
| Mama I'm coming home |
I did. After four years abroad I returned home and it was... wonderful.
At first, back in 2011, when I moved to a small mediterranean island from Scandivania, I was excited. I mainly moved because of work but my life at that time needed a change, badly. I had just finished a ten year old relationship, my (ex) husband decided to move to the other side of the world at the same time and I felt there was no longer anything keeping me in my old home town (boy was I wrong).
Life moved on (it usually does). It mainly was centered around work, but I made myself a home and a life and all that shit and for a few years I was quite content. I am not the most outgoing person so I do have a hard time meeting new people but I also enjoy "self-selected solitude". There was a guy (there usually is) and some people from work I got close to. I even had people from home living on the Island for some time; both my oldest friend and my brother. When they left I felt more alone than ever.
Slowly I got fed up with all the things I initially enjoyed; the laid back approach to time in general (not just appointments), the weather, even the bread! I started missing friends and family back home, a lot. Once actually making a decision it all happened quite fast.
My letter of resignation was signed in February, and by March 21st I was back home again. Happy days! It took me almost a month to find an apartment but until then family (gladly) took me in.
Work sorted itself as well (not that I knew that when I resigned); I have a home office and am staying full time in the company for now.
Still excited every day for the things I've been missing; salty liquorice, typical Scandinavian dairy products, water pressure, lack of mold, lack of cockroaches, central heating et cetera.
At first, back in 2011, when I moved to a small mediterranean island from Scandivania, I was excited. I mainly moved because of work but my life at that time needed a change, badly. I had just finished a ten year old relationship, my (ex) husband decided to move to the other side of the world at the same time and I felt there was no longer anything keeping me in my old home town (boy was I wrong).
Life moved on (it usually does). It mainly was centered around work, but I made myself a home and a life and all that shit and for a few years I was quite content. I am not the most outgoing person so I do have a hard time meeting new people but I also enjoy "self-selected solitude". There was a guy (there usually is) and some people from work I got close to. I even had people from home living on the Island for some time; both my oldest friend and my brother. When they left I felt more alone than ever.
Slowly I got fed up with all the things I initially enjoyed; the laid back approach to time in general (not just appointments), the weather, even the bread! I started missing friends and family back home, a lot. Once actually making a decision it all happened quite fast.
My letter of resignation was signed in February, and by March 21st I was back home again. Happy days! It took me almost a month to find an apartment but until then family (gladly) took me in.
Work sorted itself as well (not that I knew that when I resigned); I have a home office and am staying full time in the company for now.
Still excited every day for the things I've been missing; salty liquorice, typical Scandinavian dairy products, water pressure, lack of mold, lack of cockroaches, central heating et cetera.
söndag 10 november 2013
| famous last words... |
"I'm gonna try to land the quadcopter on your coffeetable babe"
*crash*
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*crash*
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torsdag 13 juni 2013
| sucker for power ballads |
In general a very typical day; work, gaming & fucking. A very non-typical thing happened next;
He (rainmaker) burst out singing Total Eclipse of the Heart. In bed. To me.
You know, the old power ballad from the 80's.
Naturally I figured he must have gone mad. Not that he's not a hopeless romantic and all that, just like me (haha!), it just seemed... a bit out of character.
There was of course a natural explanation for this, I realized a bit later:
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