Britains threat level is now up to Critical and the new Prime Minister has urged the citizens to be vigilant. This as two carbombs are found and a car on fire drives into Glasgow Airport.

Seems like I’ve returned at a strange time. Oh well. Life goes on. As long as they don’t start blowing stuff up in Bristol I should be fine. Just happy noone has gotten hurt yet.

… In one piece.

Moment I landed in Bristol, I heard about bombs being planted in London. Luckily the carbombers themselves had been so dumb that they parked illegally and got towed (lol!). So no boom for them.

Will fix pictures up and stuff, but I just have to relax today after travelling and stuff. Need to settle back in here again.

I’m holding our family bird in my hands as he is gasping for air and letting out a single low tweet before becoming completely still. Nobody moves. The house goes silent. I’m shaking a little bit, feeling for a heartbeat, but not finding one.

Rest in peace Frey.

Coming home every half a year and seeing my family and close friends only for a few weeks or less is sometimes really hard to melt. Even though I put on a happy face and talk of how fun England is, it is still hard to escape the fact that when I am in England I cannot go home to my parents for a cup of coffee whenever I want and I cannot see some of my really important friends in person just by getting on a bus. It just makes me realise how much I miss these normal events that people might take for granted. If something is really crap and I just want to talk to mum and dad in person, they’re not there. And it sucks. A lot. If I just want a hug from Sami, he’s not there either. You can’t just “switch” friends in another country. The old ones always remain and I miss them like hell. Even though I’m here in Sweden right now, I know ever so well that I will be leaving soon and I will not see my friends or family for at least half a year again.

People at Uni had their parents pick them up after a long class sometimes. Their relatives come to see their final show. I really appreciated having Tom’s family and my British friends there to see my final project, but I still missed my parents. Sometimes I can hear or see things when I’m in Bristol that for a short moment remind me of my mum or dad and I honestly think its them for a fraction of a second, but I’m soon reminded that it’s not.

I’m holding my hands up on this one. Being away from home is really really hard at times and funnily enough I’m reminded of that whenever I do get to come home again. 

In the end it said: “Continue living like you do now.”

Yes doctor! I will.

I sleep so much it’s silly. Every morning I wake up at about 12. Today it was 11, but only because I decided to attempt getting out of bed early. Days are very different here from England. Most of the days I do have several things to do and attend to, but I still seem to do this as if in slowmotion.

Maybe it’s the house. I get up, I have some tea. Some sandwiches. I watch TV. I draw a little bit (but not seriously). I toddle around with a cup in my hand, chat a bit with the parents, look around, maybe read the local newpaper. It’s all very slow and something I realise I truly need at the moment. After one year of hectic projects in the Foundation course, it feels unnatural to actually slow down, but my body is thanking me. I don’t have the centre of the city on my doorstep here. It takes about half an hour to get to the centre and costs a lot of money. So why bother.

Tea time I think. *stretches*

One of the tasks I knew I had when I came home to Sweden was to go through all my old junk. Throw away the stuff I don’t want and keep the stuff that I consider nice memories of my past.

To be quite honest with you, I find this surprisingly emotional. I’ve got so many old things that remind me of past events, it’s like having a re-cap of my life.

Been doing lots of important health and grown up things when I arrived in Sweden. I’ve gone to update my passport which I will recieve tomorrow and I’ve gone to check my general health.

At the dentist I was delighted to hear that my teeth are in a great state and I’ve got no holes or anything. To be honest, I wasn’t that worried about that visit. I was mostly thinking about the hospital visit a few days later. I went there and left a blood sample, loving the needle piercing as usual and leaving feeling a lot better than when I came.

Now, a few moments before I sat down here I rang the hospital to check up on my test results. When I let my doctor know who I was, she said: “Oh, was it you that had all the perfect results.. Hm.”. She told me that all my vitamin and normal blood thing values that you check were perfect and my iron levels (the reason I went there) were back up to normal. I was absolutely delighted! Still am! That means that all my iron deficency stuff is long gone and I’m a really healthy person. :D

Now to find out why I catch all the small illnesses that happen to pass by. My immune system is still embarrassingly weak.

But first, breakfast!

Good morning. I made it alive. :P Now to get used to a Swedish keyboard again. Woo.

In about half an hour I am going to the dentist and after that I need to get some post out that’s waiting for me.

Yesterday was interesting. I bought and brought everything I thought would help dampen my cold, which actually worked in the end. I didn’t feel too much pain, but I was truly snotting all over the place. Also met two British girls on the flight to Arlanda who then gave me their business card so we can keep in touch. Crazy girls, they were, but they made the flight much more enjoyable. I also helped them find the trains at Arlanda before I had to run off.

The moment I landed in Sweden (especially up in Luleå), I noticed the dry air. Before getting off the plane, the passengers had been able to see the sunset from their windows. It was midnight. When the sun was gone, it was still very bright outside and it took a while for me to adjust so I would be able to sleep when I got home.

While I’m here I will be using a Swedish mobile phone, so if you want the number for any reason, let me know.

I’ve been in bed all day. Got up at 2pm to eat some toast, then straight back to bed. Got up at 6pm when Tom called from work. Felt worse today than all the other days. Bleh. Blah. Bluh. And so forth.

I know that I won’t be better tomorrow since I’ve started snotting all over the place, so tomorrow my head with be filled with snot and wrapped in cotton wool.

But I’m still going. Won’t be a happy girl when I come home. Apologizing in advance here! Sigh. Wish me luck. Next post will be coming from me in Sweden.

Ta ta!