About a dream

Hello. As most people know I have moved away from the safe haven that is 22 Vicar St but I thought I could make a little guest appearance - I am, after all, an utlandskorre*.

In August I left Cork and Ireland to move back to Sweden, but instead of going back to being the wicked witch of the north I ended up as a student in Gothenburg. It's all fun and games being in med school, until they tell you that you need to know every little part of the human body, in Latin. Anyway, I believe I kicked some anatomy butt and now, since I don't have any courses going on at the moment, I am trying my luck as an unemployed - at least until Monday when I will be going postal (stupid pun intended).

I live with a good friend of mine in an apartment about 5 minutes away from school and it is surrounded by loads of great take out places – those places are now getting the greater part of my study grant. Every now and again I go to Lund and visit that girlfriend of mine who I still adore – one of the few things that haven’t changed since I got back to Sweden (and it seems like it will stay the same for the foreseeable future).

What else do I do with my time? Well, I have bought myself a gym card and started going on aerobics classes. I am convinced that if all the aerobics instructors of the world ganged up they could take over, because you get a strange kind of zombie feeling when all you do is exactly what the person in front of you tells you – you stop thinking rather quickly (might be a kind of defence mechanism, because you look really silly doing that stuff). Another thing I am doing is dancing a Swedish dance called bugg where you get to do loads of fun stuff, such as lift the lady, throw the lady and the whirl wind. You get very dizzy at times.

But…You want to know the real reason why I decided to write this post? It’s because last night I had a dream about Ireland and all the people there. I really miss you all. I hope that if I work really hard I might earn enough money to at least be able to visit soon. Seriously, sometimes I really wish I hadn’t moved away from you all.

Loads of love from your very own squirrel.

* Roughly translates to either a foreign squirrel or a foreign correspondent.

place called home

Just three weeks after getting back from Sweden I have to go back there again for a funeral. It feels strange. Going to a funeral feels strange, because I've only been to two. Going to Sweden feels strange since I just came home, and my long vacation was my first trip back since I got here, almost a year ago. Leaving Cork feels strange since I have a new found love for the place since I came back.

Iv'e started playing world of warcraft, and Olof will take up playing again as soon as he buys a new pc, so soon we are going to be a happy little nerd family.

Otherwise not much is going on at Vicarstreet. We're all working and chillin' and eating good food and bein' lazy.

The joy of being Swedish!

I'm not a football-fan... Well, actually, I think it's rather boring. I have never really watched any games. But, yesterday I did, I watched Sweden - Greece and Sweden won! All of us Swedish people went to Skybar, a pub here in Cork, to watch the game on big screen. Although the field seemed too small and too slippery, at least for the Swedish players, it was nice to watch it! I even wore a blue top over a yellow one, I felt so Swedish!

Today we are all talking about it at work. Carin even brought cupcakes and small Swedish flags with her! So we are happy, and even me, who don't really like football, can feel it. Yay, go Sweden!

A Holiday Worthy of a Squirrel

Since none of the girls are blogging about their adventures in Cork I guess I'll have to fill up the space with my rambling about Sweden.

Spending Valborg in Uppsala was great and well worth all the trouble I had getting there (from now on Airport bitches and SJ are the new objects of my undying hatred). I met up with Jojo and Jens II early in the morning, ate breakfast with some catholic people and watched the students get wet as they conquered the river on homemade, quite unstable, rafts. And no Valborg would be Valborg without obscene amounts of alcohol, so the first can was opened at 9 am and the last drop was drunk at about 2 am. Considering the fact that my preparation for this holiday included no food, no sleep and (of course) a bug I am a bit impressed that I actually lived to see the 1st of May. Anyway, the rest of the day we lay on a blanket in the sun and enjoyed the mood, the Smirnoff Ice and life in general. We also made an attempt to do some barbeque and hanged out with loads of people that I knew way back when...

The 1st Jojo and I mostly spent on a blanket by the river and soaked up the sunlight - too bad that I am a redheaded, pale person with freckles and nowadays a bright red nose. Note to self: always use sunscreen.

Since I had to leave Jojo at the train station way to soon I spent the rest of my time in Uppsala with Jens. Friday was a day filled with Final Fantasy VIII and in the evening it was time to go to the train station myself for a 13 hour trip to Luleå.

Now I've been here for not more than 1,5 days but I have already got 4 mosquito bites. I have also been used as a household slave and therefore spent the day sewing, ironing, baking, cooking and cleaning (anybody who knows me knows that that's just wrong). Right now the only good thing about this place that God forgot is that I have been signed up as a puppy nanny to a 12 weeks old Schnauzer girl that mom and I will pick up on Tuesday. That is a quite good reason to stay positive (:

Over and out from Sweden!

One time, at band camp

Okay, so there was this party, like, and there were, like, loads of people and loads to drink and loads of fun, really cool, like. Then, the day after Johan came to town and he was kind of mad but cool anyway. And then, we all ate American breakfast in Deer Park and watched Police Academy and it was soooo cool, like!

Anyway.

In a few hours I am going back to Sweden and I won't be back until June. It feels a bit strange, but I am sure that it will be good for me to get away a bit (even if it means living with my parents for a month). First stop will be in Uppsala, where I'll celebrate Valborgsmässoafton (Swedish holiday who advocate drinking and pyromania) with Jojo, Jens and Jens. I guess this means that my countdown is almost over for now (:

Both the End and the Beginning

I never told the end to my story about the Adventurous Trip to Sweden. It was an interesting weekend. Tegan and Sara was awesome (I could go on forever about that concert), spending an evening watching dyke movies was educational, song contest finale and touring Gothenburg with my sister was nice indeed and of course hanging out with Mia for the first time in forever was great.

But the most interesting thing for me was that I came to Lund kind of heartbroken and nervous and left Lund as a confused but happy person. A rather un-single person. I like that. I like her. A lot.

So now I am counting the days (25) until I'll be back in Sweden and actually get to see her again. It is rather hard sometimes, and right now I really wish there weren't a bloody sea and two (rather unnecessary) countries separating us. But I knew what I signed up for and even though it might sound a bit pathetic, she is worth the wait.