Going away, going home? leaving home? Going.

I'm leaving for Sweden tonight.
The Colorado morning has been cool and crisp - the first signs of fall in the air, and yet I know that the day will be sunny and very warm.
B-man wrote me and said that the first golden leafs have been spotted on the trees back in the old country, not many yet, but still.
Somehow I make the year longer by going that way and back here between last of august and the tenth of October. When I come back to Colorado, fall will have just started. And I do like September in Uppsala, it makes the old university quarters from the early renaissance even more beautiful.
It will be good to squeeze my friends with my bare hands again. Sofia will pick me up, and I will be fed nicely tomorrow evening by Pauline and a few other dear ones.

But I leave my geek, and I am scattered in a way that I'm sure many who have had homes in two countries recognize.

I can never have the whole cake all at once, my friends and lovely university town, or the great mountains, the nice people in Boulder and my geek.
However, I'm extremely wealthy, and all those who may hear me complain have permission to bitch-slap me hard.

I forgot to tell that I got my internship at the State Archive of Colorado in Denver. They want me. I am an adult. I'm gonna do a project about the capital building and it's early employees, from the beginning of the nineteen hundreds.
Also a simple website about what we find out.
Heaven or hell help me, I'm so scared.

I need a mommy and a nanny, milk and cookies and some big socks.

But I must sharpen my act, read up and focus.

I'm glad to go, I'm sad. I'm glad to come back to Uppsala, I'm sad. I'm glad to leave, I'm sad. I'm glad to come back to Colorado, and sad.

It hurts, but it hurts so good! ...as the geek says sometimes.