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Up in my alley
Jan. 25th, 2005 07:36 pmThis is still my town, I know all the pockets and back alleys, all the good fields for walking, the best spots by the brook, the best record stores, coffee houses, used book places, cheap beer places..all the cul-de-sacs where my friends live.
It's so easy for me to be here. There isn't much I can't handle swiftly - unlike the States where I'm still Bambi on ice learning how to skate.
And now my life will be contained in three suitcases. All my books (almost a thousand books!), my graphic novel/comics collection, my albums, my red velvet chairs, my pictures and little pieces of art, my moomin mugs and trinkets, all the somethings and whatevers are put in storage at friend's places.
It's an odd feeling. The last three years I have sold/given away lots and lots, so what once was a full blown home are now a few nice heirlooms and boxes. Except for the books of course.
My VISA interview at the US embassy in Stockholm is on monday morning. Wish me luck, because I'll need it. And by Kafka..I have earned some bureaucratic luck-rolls, because I have been simmering in a stew of forms and documents like a regular Joseph K.
I still have no internet and my living space still sucks, so I spend more time at friend's homes and at my internet cafe...I wish I had more time and energy to read poems in the communities I'm in, or just basically be able to comment more or send long and nice emails to absent nice people I know...but there is such and overwhelming amount of things to do in my life right now.
I'm looking for summer work in Sweden as an archivist as well, and those applications need to be sent to a number of places before I go back to Colorado on the 14th of February.
Please may the power of order and endurance conquer the powers of chaos and fatigue when I enter the State archives. Basically I hope I'm good enough and won't make a fool of myself.
Or show openly what a fool I really am. I must convince them that I'm an adult.
Argh, Saturday is moving day. The last of my things go into storage and I borrow a friend's flat for my last two weeks in Sweden.
I miss the geek and the mountains and the closest I have to a home right now...and yet I'm having a nice time with all my friends. Everyday is funday - except when I'm wading through forms or moving/cleaning icky slacker apartment.
And then there's snow and gingersnaps and mulled wine, and all the "whooah, did I really like that band" - moments when I sort through my old music.
Yeah, life could be worse.
It's so easy for me to be here. There isn't much I can't handle swiftly - unlike the States where I'm still Bambi on ice learning how to skate.
And now my life will be contained in three suitcases. All my books (almost a thousand books!), my graphic novel/comics collection, my albums, my red velvet chairs, my pictures and little pieces of art, my moomin mugs and trinkets, all the somethings and whatevers are put in storage at friend's places.
It's an odd feeling. The last three years I have sold/given away lots and lots, so what once was a full blown home are now a few nice heirlooms and boxes. Except for the books of course.
My VISA interview at the US embassy in Stockholm is on monday morning. Wish me luck, because I'll need it. And by Kafka..I have earned some bureaucratic luck-rolls, because I have been simmering in a stew of forms and documents like a regular Joseph K.
I still have no internet and my living space still sucks, so I spend more time at friend's homes and at my internet cafe...I wish I had more time and energy to read poems in the communities I'm in, or just basically be able to comment more or send long and nice emails to absent nice people I know...but there is such and overwhelming amount of things to do in my life right now.
I'm looking for summer work in Sweden as an archivist as well, and those applications need to be sent to a number of places before I go back to Colorado on the 14th of February.
Please may the power of order and endurance conquer the powers of chaos and fatigue when I enter the State archives. Basically I hope I'm good enough and won't make a fool of myself.
Or show openly what a fool I really am. I must convince them that I'm an adult.
Argh, Saturday is moving day. The last of my things go into storage and I borrow a friend's flat for my last two weeks in Sweden.
I miss the geek and the mountains and the closest I have to a home right now...and yet I'm having a nice time with all my friends. Everyday is funday - except when I'm wading through forms or moving/cleaning icky slacker apartment.
And then there's snow and gingersnaps and mulled wine, and all the "whooah, did I really like that band" - moments when I sort through my old music.
Yeah, life could be worse.
