Det ÄR samma gamla bloggnamn, ty det ÄR återigen samma gamla ändlösa tankeflöde från bakgården till den där grågröna klumpen (till höger om cerebral cortex) som går på högvarv runt halv tre på nätter till måndag.

Här är vi då, du och jag. Jag är hemma och allmänt borta.

Aaaand change. How immensely posh of me to think that any english-speaking person would follow my endless rantings, but just in cases..

I have this idea. I mostly write in an stream of un.. no.. conciousness-style, and most is thought for me by the moment floating by. You won’t have much sence of my moment where you’re sitting, but if and when you’re interested I’d like to give you a piece of.. mind. Mine.

That was a completely neccesary way of telling you that if you listen to the given youtube-theme-song for a blog piece you will sort of get the.. let’s say mood.. I’m going for. Ish. Proud to be accurate even in my inaccuracy.

So, if you are in a place, mentally or physically, where youtube is allowed, please click:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ibE7IqEjni4

Today we’re going for a bit sad and melodic but with a rock-ish sort of screw it all in the end.. end. A sprinkle of powdered sugar to top it all off.

Now read:

So that was it with Bergen.. good, don’t know how to write nineteen with roman numbers anyway.. If that was the end, this is the beginning. For starters (hah) I was, when entering my room for the first time in a while, as I always am, profoundly amazed by how much stuff I have.. and only nice stuff, as I, in a rather cruel manner, throw away any ugly or uneccesary piece that takes up storage place. There are instruments, books, carpets, cd’s, a couple of nice looking chairs, retro lamps, big speakers and a big dead branch of a tree I once fell from. (Hit my head as a kid.. still believe the tree is to blame for any normal thing I do.) But then again, I managed to be perfectly happy with my ugly Fantoft interior too.. or.. hrm.. well, ok.. no one will ever find real piece of mind amongst that much pine, but I was doing conciderably fine. Stuff is evil, really. But we all knew that.

Yesterday I was about to put away some christmas lights into the big, black IKEA-box that, in an oh so organized manner, is labelled “jul”. 10 minutes later I found myself unpacking every bloody christmas tree ornament that black box could muster, cheerfully decorating my dead branch. Sometimes I wish I had hit my head a bit harder, falling out of that tree..

Everyone kindly asks me about my plans for the spring, and I bravely give an account of random ideas. The thing is.. I really hate talking about my future as everything that’s said out loud is pretty much written in stone. If it is said then it exists. You know this. Then you have to do something with it. Thankyou for asking though. Nice of you to take interest.

And a couple of people have told me “you haven’t changed”. Oh piss off. I am completely new and special and different and experienced and.. hrm.. Where did it all go? Perhaps still on the conveyor belt at the baggage claim in Oslo.. Good old friends really force you back in your good old habits, don’t they.. As I do them, I imagine.

Oh well, conclusion: Go abroad. Go see the world. Go somewhere if only to return. Go to Norway, see the mountains. Go to Africa, go help. Go to Berlin, go experience, go eat duck. Go to France, to Egypt, to Scotland. The less you do, the less you will want to do.

When people back home ask me how it was in Norway I carefully answer that it was, ok, fun.. a bit wet. I don’t want to rub it in their faces, do I? I don’t want to sound ungrateful for what I have here, at home.

Fcuk it.

It was amazing. Stupendiously fun. Time of my life. Refreshening. Enlightening. One of the best choices I’ve made thus far. I will miss it. Dearly.

And what is even better, there’s more to come. A new year arrives completely blank. Unwritten. I feel my wishes can reach only so far, so I’m wishing everyone a great beginning. I’ll wish you luck again, further on, when you need it once more.

So have a great ending you all, and an even better beginning!

My new year will be splendid, for starters. And then some.