Haven't written anything for a week, and a lot has happened, so I'm not sure where to start... How about starting at the beginning? :)
Summarising the last days in and around Brighton in respect to activities, I had a great day out on Isle of Wight with D - who, knowing I would never want him to buy flowers for me on Valentine's Day, had spent Friday night folding papers into a flower bouquet. Anyway, we took an early morning ferry to get the whole day on the island, and we had time to see a lot without rushing. We even had time for a quick tea with D's mom. She's very nice, relaxed and easy talking too although her being a psychologist is slightly unsettling, it makes me feel... watched. But it was great to have so much time together with D, and to see the where he grew up, the beach where he learnt to surf, and so on.
Sch! Don't disturb the sleeping dragons in the Devil's Chimney! Climb the stairs carefully... There's secrets hiding in the forest beneath...
Beautiful! Supposedly there's a footprint of a dinosaur somewhere on this beach, but we didn't find it. Didn't search that much though, we were quite happy just watching the sea.
The Needles.
Then Tuesday night my beloved sister came over to support me in leaving Brighton. And how I needed that support. We had a nice day together Wednesday, I cleaned my room and we went for a walk in Brighton, finally visiting the beads shop together and having a cake at the Red Veg cafe before my leaving dinner. And I was delighted, and slightly embarassed, by all the gifts those wonderful friends gave me, and I was genuinly happy that they stayed so late for goodbye drinks. Knowing that it was my very last night in Brighton, I didn't want it to end. As I didn't want to end the conversation the next morning, knowing that whenever we left M's place, that was it. But in the end we did leave, to pick up sister's new hiking boots from Vegetarian shoes's store, and for a last goodbye fika with those who don't work all day in a lab. And although I really did appreciate those last days, I also knew that they were coming to an end. Visiting just won't be the same thing as living here.
I'm so glad for the close friends I've found in such short time, for the generosity of people.
Coming back, I knew I belong here, too. Seeing friends I've missed, I know why I've missed them. And I'm left with the feeling of being split, part of me is still in Brighton, part is here, and I want to be in both cities, to live both these lives. It would be easier if life in Stockholm was only crap.. but of course it isn't. Still, I cried myself to sleep my first night, despite - or because of - the happy smile of a certain pig.
Summarising the last days in and around Brighton in respect to activities, I had a great day out on Isle of Wight with D - who, knowing I would never want him to buy flowers for me on Valentine's Day, had spent Friday night folding papers into a flower bouquet. Anyway, we took an early morning ferry to get the whole day on the island, and we had time to see a lot without rushing. We even had time for a quick tea with D's mom. She's very nice, relaxed and easy talking too although her being a psychologist is slightly unsettling, it makes me feel... watched. But it was great to have so much time together with D, and to see the where he grew up, the beach where he learnt to surf, and so on.
Sch! Don't disturb the sleeping dragons in the Devil's Chimney! Climb the stairs carefully... There's secrets hiding in the forest beneath...
Beautiful! Supposedly there's a footprint of a dinosaur somewhere on this beach, but we didn't find it. Didn't search that much though, we were quite happy just watching the sea.
The Needles.Continuing to list my activities, Monday and Tuesday meant London. With M, who else? The perfect company for Tate Modern, London Eye, some photography, a desperate search for a (closed) anarchist vegan cafe in Hackney, and hot choc with raw cheesecake at another vegan cafe.
The Battersea Power Station is so ugly it becomes nice. Somehow.
I like the building. As I like the massive open hall in Tate Modern.
The Battersea Power Station is so ugly it becomes nice. Somehow.I like the building. As I like the massive open hall in Tate Modern.
Then Tuesday night my beloved sister came over to support me in leaving Brighton. And how I needed that support. We had a nice day together Wednesday, I cleaned my room and we went for a walk in Brighton, finally visiting the beads shop together and having a cake at the Red Veg cafe before my leaving dinner. And I was delighted, and slightly embarassed, by all the gifts those wonderful friends gave me, and I was genuinly happy that they stayed so late for goodbye drinks. Knowing that it was my very last night in Brighton, I didn't want it to end. As I didn't want to end the conversation the next morning, knowing that whenever we left M's place, that was it. But in the end we did leave, to pick up sister's new hiking boots from Vegetarian shoes's store, and for a last goodbye fika with those who don't work all day in a lab. And although I really did appreciate those last days, I also knew that they were coming to an end. Visiting just won't be the same thing as living here.
I'm so glad for the close friends I've found in such short time, for the generosity of people.
Coming back, I knew I belong here, too. Seeing friends I've missed, I know why I've missed them. And I'm left with the feeling of being split, part of me is still in Brighton, part is here, and I want to be in both cities, to live both these lives. It would be easier if life in Stockholm was only crap.. but of course it isn't. Still, I cried myself to sleep my first night, despite - or because of - the happy smile of a certain pig.
22 februari 2010 kl. 06:20
:')
Speaking of a pig and Battersea Park (you really should show more respect... that building is simply beautiful!), do you know the album cover of Pink Floyd's Animals?
It combines them in an unexpected way :-).
See here: [http://tinyurl.com/ylzvrwj]
22 februari 2010 kl. 06:40
of course i know of the album cover, but i haven't thought of the pig connection :) :')