To date.
As my blog is open for everyone and their cousine I find I might have to tell you everything through nothing. You, who do not know my verbal logic yet, are welcome to read whatever you like into whichever statement.
Life is good, quite simply. My days as filled with sawdust and far too short coffee breaks. There’s also a lot of walking and talking going on in my end of the world. With some I do either, with others I do or, and the most eager ones get me out for both.
Shall I bore you with my everyday? Do you want to hear me talk about Mallorca and a massive, massive amount of massive? Maybe not..
In an attempt to tell you everything I shall return to November, 2008. A usual gray and rainy day in Bergen I decided that I’m moving to Helsinki when I return. It took me a while as I got stuck in applications and post-exchange-depression, but I made it. I’ve previously mentioned how people where very sceptical about my random decision to move here, but that made me none the less determined.
Shall I go all Coelho on your ass[es] and start rambling about faith? I’ve chosen to not make up my mind about faith and other predestined hallucinations, but I will state that I was meant to be here.
I needed to grow up with my brothers’ toys, paint my fingernails blue, take violin lessons, hate life, sing myself a bus ticket, study physics, become a furniture designer, live in Norway and be unemployed in Helsinki to get to this. Right now I’ve had the best summer in a long while. I’m holding my breath, expecting everything to vanish, as it desperately will, soon enough.
On the 20th of August I start my new school, again. This time to become a furniture designer, again. I’m nervous, again, and a bit excited. Change is good, but painful. But as for now, I’m living hour by hour, planning my life very little, if even at all. I get paid, I have fun and there’s an obvious white wall of unknown future just around the corner.
I think I’ve failed to tell you anything about my past or present, I’m sorry, but it has it’s unobvious reasons. I really need to get more than six hours of sleep a day, not that you needed to know, but I do,
I really really do.
Good Fight,
Good Night.
