Finally!

... is not only the title of an excellent standard jazz tune, but also the feeling I have inside tonight. I have finally moved to the apartment. I managed to unpack most things in one day, and Maria helped me move all the boxes. I'm feeling right at home here, and luckily, so do the cats. I think they can sense that this now feels like a home, as opposed to the house, which felt like something spotted in a horror movie from Russia for the last month or so - moving boxes everywhere, and no television - there was nothing to do but to sit infront of the computer.

Now, on the other hand, I have (those 2 of you who read my blog regularly may find me annoying now) again, one spatula, one breadknife, one bed... It's so much easier to choose and to not feel stressed about having too much to choose from.

I have mixed emotions about coming here. It's always a big deal when you move. I have moments when I feel sad still, but for the most part, this is very exciting.

There's a First for everything

There is a first for everything.

I went out with Dimman yesterday to Ölkaféet in Malmö, a great place to be on a night like last!

Dimman brought with him a very exclusive cigar which we shared. I used to HATE the smell of it, especially in hotel corridors... But smoking it was something different. It was actually rather pleasant. I have never ever smoked in my life, not even a cigarette. I don't intend to, but this evening and this moment was special.

Thanks Dimman for a cooooooooool evening! After having stuffed myself with kebab, I went home, slightly intoxicated.

Why don't men in their 50s take care of their wives?

Thomas, Eddie and Jessica at GALLIA, close to Södervärn, Malmö.

Just a thought.
Why is it that some men in their 50s seem to think they are God's gift to women, at the same time as they have a wife and family to take care of?
Last night when I was out and about, I got up to play a few songs with Jessica, and a man who had been chatting me up before that, now was totally in awe. So he bought me a rose and started being all clingy and yucky, so I had to tell him to stop. After awhile he took his rose back and left the pub. :) Maybe he was going to try it with somebody else, or maybe give it to his wife, who knows? It was quite amusing really.

Tonight I will go out and play with Dimman, a friend of mine. Play, as in drink some wine.

Woke up this morning and FINALLY smelled the coffee

After having been on a few dates recently, and most recently with a guy that I quite liked, I have come to the conclusion that I am nowhere near ready for any type of relationship. I get my emotions mixed up all the time. Had I jumped into something with anybody new right now, it wouldn't have worked out, because I am not ready, and I need to work out where I stand today first, on my own, before I commit to any type of romantic extravaganza. I would have liked to, but I realise it would have been on the wrong terms, and it will leave me unhappy in the long run.

Sometimes, I find myself just longing for someone to talk to, like I used to with my boyfriend who lived here. It's so different when you are able to share stuff on a day-to-day basis with someone, compared to when you don't have that previlege anymore. I quite enjoy my own company now, however. It's great just doing what I want, when I want and how I want. It's very freeing obviously.

It's quite a good thing that it happened the other day, and it made me finally wake up and smell the coffee. I need to be single for awhile now to get used to that, and to just feel like myself again. New apartment! Candles! Flowers! Chocolate! Champagne! Bathtub!

First Date

Who knows if this will lead to something, but I must say after having met Mr M today, my heart is beating a little faster.

Sex and the City

Yes.

I admit.

I have watched four consecutive episodes today.

All in all to be inspired, to feel good and to come alive.

It all starts now baby!

Who will be my Mr Big, I wonder in wonder.

The BIG move

Hugo and Bibbi, my beloved cat-babies will move with me on the 28th. They are getting ready for the big move, adapting quite well around the house as it is being emptied of belongings.

Hugo offered to help today, but I didn't understand what he said so he had to show me by sitting on the box.

Berså Hurså? A Tribute to my childhood & Stig Lindberg

I have spent about an hour packing all my coffee cups and mugs in a moving box. Being very careful not to break anything, I placed the plates on the bottom. I have decided to go mostly with my Berså stuff, because it brings back special memories for me, I've always eaten on those since I was a kid, plus they are marvellous to look at. It makes me think of when we used to have a summer house on Hunö, in the archipelago of Misterhult in Sweden.

Höganäs We Löööve!

The weekend seemed more magical than ever when I'd managed to tidy away and sort my complete collection of documens archived for several years. To top it off, my friend Sara and I went to Höganäs to look around and buy some mugs etc. We both walked away with a few good looking bits and bobs. I bought two new jackets today also. We lööööve Höganäs!

p.s. The piccy of the car is when I reinacted the Incredible Hulk and managed to get the huge Marshall amp into my car by myself and exchange it for a new Vox and a bass Peavey! Heaven! And I have 1700 kr spare! Someone must be smiling at me.

Murphy's Law?

I've had some good days and some bad days recently. Things seem to work out well for the most part, little by little.
But all of a sudden my father fell and tore a muscle and was in a lot of pain, a few days after that, my mom had a terrible toothache and had to go to emergency dental care. Luckily both of them feel a bit better now.
But then what happens? I tidy up the house and clear away some of the ex's stuff. He carries a heavy computer monitor by himself (I feel so guilty about that now :( ) home and falls over very badly, lands on his face, injures his nose, lips and chin and breaks his wrist! I rushed over there to help give a lift to the emergency. It was all so sad. I felt really sad for him, and to see someone close to you feeling hurt and being in pain is not easy. I had a hard time leaving him behind in hospital today. At least we had a good laugh and talk whilst sat there. It's just sad that alot of our recent talks have taken place in an emergency room, both today and also when I was there awhile back for a week. Oh yeah, I was there for a week. Woopty doo.

Who said life would be easy??
Enough rambling from sad, depressed me today.

Happy Birthday to M&P! Now officially old.

Went to a birthday party this weekend for my friends Maria and Per. The theme was sixties/seventies inspired, and I had to run to the nearest second-hand shop to pick up the lovely dress spotted in the photo. Lots of eating, drinking and dancing.

Snails on my feet

Saw this beautiful snail on my house wall yesterday. There were three next to each other. It made me realise how much I feel like one of them. I feel like I move too slowly when it comes to packing my things and sorting it out. I, like them, also want to hide in my shell sometimes. Even though the sun is shining on me.

Over and out.