This is a part of the 10 Day Challenge List,and I’m very late with this last post, I know, but it was a hard choice. The last subject is “Write about 1 person that means a lot to you”. Yeah, sort of hard to choose. I could write about my dear parents, who has always been there for me and helped and supported me, but it would be hard to choose just one of them. I could of course write about Jed, who makes me smile and laugh and feel happy and loved and creative, and how this last year has just gone by so quickly. And there are a lot of fantastic friends that means the world to me. But, since it is her birthday today, I will write about my friend Sara:
This is my friend Sara. I met her in my early 20’s. The first time I met her I gave her a big hug, which surprised us both.
She’d been studying in another town for a time and met a friend of mine, who never really had his life in order. She moved in with him in an apartment in Stockholm, and that’s where I met her. My first impression of Sara was that she was a person with both feet on the ground, an actual real person, and there was nobody she couldn’t straighten out, even that friend of mine. I felt relieved. Hence the hug.
One of my best memories is that time we spent two hours in a steak house in Riga (Latvia), had meat and beer for lunch and read books. In complete silence. Because we were both reading very good books.
It is a rare thing, I think, to find real friendship as an adult. To find companionship and understanding and someone to trust. Sara is a friend who has always stood by me, when times were hard and life just felt so hopeless I didn’t think I could take it any more; without the drama, without the ego trips, without unwritten rules, without asking for anything back. I have always had support. I hope she feels the same.
Happy birthday, Sara. You mean a lot to me!
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This is a part of the 10 Day Challenge List, which is almost over, and this is about two things I wish I could do.
This is an incredibly wide subject. Well, they have all been like that, but this one feels tricky. Do I go for the childhood-like dreams like “fly” or “go to the moon” (who wouldn’t wish they could do that?) or things that has always been personally unattainable, the things that will never be? I could risk to indulge a bit in being emo and go for the delicate mistakes, or the “I wish I could believe I could do anything well”, or “I wish I could trust people”, but hell, that’s been done, and it feels a bit to depressing. I guess I’ll just wing it. As usual. (… “I wish I could write something with a purpose”?).
Day 9: Write 2 things you wish you could do
I wish I could play the piano flawlessly. I love music; I’ve played many instruments and have been singing all my life. Music has an ability to let you feel a bit lost from the world and all its troubles for a while. It’s easy to immerse yourself in. It connects. Being able to sit by a piano and just play a piece and almost forgetting it’s actually my own fingers dancing over the keys is one of the greatest feelings, and I regret having lost that ability.
I wish I could make a living from doing something creative. I feel it’s not enough having hobbies. I want more.
This is a part of the 10 Day Challenge List, and this is the list with things that annoys me. Gee, only three things?
Day 8: Write 3 things that annoys you
Asshats that don’t recognise that people around them are actual people, not puppet and pawns in that asshats’s life. Examples: The train is full of people going to work, and the asshat (Der Asshatten in German) punches his or her way through the crowd, shoving their bag in everyone else’s head or pushing their shoulders, because, what does other people matter? Or the sort of asshats that expects you to drop everything and just focus on them and help them out with THEIR life, and then gets angry when it turns out you actually have a life of your own. “I’ve decided you have to do this for me on Thuesday.” “Can’t, I have other plans that day.” “What?! Really?! Hmpf.”
Repetitions. Seriously, life is too short. If you have a favourite anecdote you always tell everybody, all the time, and you have told me SEVERAL TIMES, please keep track of that. Or is it just hard to remember that you had this conversation with me 10 times before? At least have the courtesy to say “Stop me if you’ve heard this before” and then stop when I say I have.
People that ALWAYS have to be right. About the fricking smallest most inane things. Pointing out obvious mistakes and making it into a “I know better than you” issue. You win, ok? I don’t really CARE about the correct way to describe something I really have no interest in. Some things simply don’t matter that much, it’s just ordinary effing conversation; let’s keep that going instead of ending up in some loop about the accurate percentage of the ingredients in mayonnaise. And DON’T, for the love of everything, bring it up one year later when you have googled the right answer. And, sometimes it’s actually me that’s right. Don’t spend a year trying to undermine me by trying to find obscure and weak counter-arguments.
This is a part of the 10 Day Challenge List, and it’s time to write about 4 memories I will never forget. This is a tuff one. Life, after all, is cluttered with abstract recollections and made-up reconstructions of things that happened, and sometimes you remember the big, and sometimes you remember the small. Everything changes, in retrospect. Something that felt very monumental at the time, it fades, and as time goes by and you get a bit of perspective your priorities change. They always do. You are never the same now, as you were then.
This is a list of a few memories I will never forget:
Day 7: Write 4 memories you will never forget
1 – When my parents turned 50, they had a hell of a big party. In a castle. True story! But they didn’t want it to be dull, so they had a line-dance theme. None of us new how to do it, but we all got dressed up and had a try, and, surprise, that party was anything else than conventional.
There were a lot of great moments that night, but these particular two I remember the most: All the guests got on a leased bus and arrived in one big group to the party. My mum and dad were waiting for us, and as the guests got off the bus, one by one, they went up and greeted them, it all got very emotional. Friends they hadn’t seen in years were there, particularly the “kids” they’d mentored, as they were sea scout leaders in their teens. I just wish I had had a better camera back then, that I would have been a better photographer, because nothing can describe the smiles and laughter and tears during that moment.
Their old cubs held a speech at the dinner. They wanted to explain their gift: Two lanterns, one green, one red. One for starboard, one for port. They said, many of them were troubled as kids, and without my mum and dad they would very surely have gotten themselves into trouble, and possibly would not have been there that day.
The other moment that night was a speech made by my mother. She looked at my dad and talked about how much fun they’d had together since they met in their teens. Their time as scout leaders, that was fun! Their time in the archipelago, their trips, that was fun! Having so much in common, playing golf together, that was great! And then; starting a home, and having my brother, having me. That was fantastic. The biggest adventure yet.
2 – That party was fantastic and went on long into the night. I had to get home and get some sleep though, because the morning after I was getting up and getting ready to be a maid of honour for my friend Sara.
I met Sara in, what I think would be called Sixth Form (“gymnasium” in Swedish) and she was the only friend I had for those three years. I just didn’t fit in, at that age, anywhere. Now, you now how you got burnt all those times and think that love can never last and you will never meet anybody and that is something out of a fairy tale? Well, Sara and her husband Tor had been my proof all these years, that that it’s just not true.
Anyway, I managed to get myself in order and get to church in time, and the wedding was of course beautiful, but what I wasn’t ready for was the massive serge of emotion when I saw my friends at the altar. I think the feeling was this: “It’s done now, we can all be safe. There is love in the world.”
3 – Last year my dear mum and dad turned 60. My mother always dreamed, for years and years, of going to Italy. It just didn’t happened, it took a while for this dream trip to come true, but now, at last, we all went. I can’t think of a better way to celebrate a birthday, can you? When the plane took off, my mother had a little happy cry and said: “Finally!”
The first week me, my mum and dad rented a tiny car and drove around in Tuscany. We new what hotels we had booked for us every night, but other than that we were free to go wherever we wanted. We explored and enjoyed, but all good things must come to an end, and the last day we took our last detour, through wild forests and rainy mountains, to a little town called Grosseto. It was a Sunday, and we had been driving for a long time, clothes wrinkled and (as I imagine it) covered with dust from the roads. We were dying for some coffee and found one open little coffee bar in an otherwise deserted town.
Of course, it felt deserted because everyone was in church. Apparently it was a custom to go to this coffee bar after the church service, dressed up in fabulous clothes (Italians wouldn’t do it any other way) and have campari drinks. So, fabulous, fancy and fashionable Italians pour in to the café, and they look at us, the dusty, wrinkly, fashion-challenged Swedes, and they wrinkle their noses and order more campari. We smiled and ordered more cappuccino. It sounds awful, but it was really a very funny moment on that trip. I can’t explain why.This is my favourite picture from that trip, and it’s from that café:
4 – I always wanted to go to Scotland. Last year, I finally got to go. Sometimes, all that you imagine about a place comes true. That trip was all I’ve ever wanted from a vacation. I think I can honestly say that that trip was the first one where I felt completely relaxed, at ease, and had a chance to really ENJOY while I was actually there. Usually there are to much stuff going on that you can’t take in and appreciate it all while you are experiencing it; instead you process it and mull it over and start to appreciate it all afterwards. Not this trip. It sounds silly, but I was in the moment.
Scotland really was just as beautiful as I imagined. The trip itself was immaculately planned by Jed, with the purpose of giving us time and flexibility. We drove from east coast to west, from Edinburgh to Kennacraig, making stops wherever we wanted. Then we took the ferry over to Islay.
I don’t know why the remoteness of it all made me so happy. It was just a very private couple of days; it was a very undisturbed, isolated and secluded, painfully rugged and beautiful place. The people were friendly, the food was hearty, the beer was good (the whisky even more so). I was truly content and happy. Just thinking about it actually makes me a bit sad, that I am not there right now.I still have some pressed heather in one of my note books. It’s supposed to bring you luck.
This is a part of the 10 Day Challenge List, and this is the list with things I do every day. This is sort of interesting, I can’t mention work, since I DEFINITELY don’t go to work on weekends any more. Woot woot!
Day 6: Write 5 things you do every day
I drink tea. Earl Grey. Every day. It’s a definite must.
I talk to my cat. …oh… note to self: you are already a crazy cat lady
I read. Books, blogs, newspapers. The milk box.
I plan the next project I want to do. I’m always way ahead of myself. I plan too much.
I brush my teeth. It’s sort of obvious, but I wanted to mention it, in case you doubted my dental hygiene.
Winning a grotesque amount of money, and thereafter quit my job, take Jed, my family and friends on many trips, pay off my parents mortgage, pay off my student loans, buy my dream house, with a writing cabin with an ocean view, buying an awesome DSLR camera and building a photography studio. You know, the usual “If I won a million dollar” drill.
Taking a year of absence from work and sell everything I have and just travel around the world experiencing new cultures. Of course I would bring my camera and document it and then publish a book about it that would be very popular.
Being a published author, being interview in my garden at my secluded house. I would bake amazing cookies for the journalist. In fact, I’m probably being interviewed about my next cookbook.
Redecorating my entire apartment. Yeah, I know, it doesn’t sound that UMPOSSIBLE,but it’ll never happen. It’s easier to just move. Preferably to a place that someone else already decorated.
Hm, the things I daydream about when people shoves me around on the bus on the way to work is better left out.
Suddenly being a VERY skilled photograph with a Hasselblad, and being on my way to London to display my pictures at a gallery. The gallery is even paying for the ticket and the hotel room. I’m THAT good. And I drink champagne on the plane. And in the gallery. Hm. Maybe this star photographer alter ego is a bit of a booze hound.