Special K
Phew. So much time on a loose foot lately – a lot of traveling.
Celebrated my 24:th birthday at East West Sushi with Kattis, father and Ann – the later two which drove from Borensberg to congratulate me. It was all very pleasant, bar the cold outside (which not only found its way into the restaurant’s glass-walls, but also through our many layers of clothing.) Sushi – being the cold dish it is – didn’t help in thawing us a whole lot, so the tea, miso soup and coffee kept rollin’ in.
Good business, I imagine.
(Yet well worth it. EWS has won rewards for being one of Sweden’s best kitchens in its niche.)
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Once the food had settled I accompanied dad and Ann back to Östergötland, to catch a bus from BBG to Linköping and see my mother and brother. Mom has been all but terrified of driving during winter ever since her accident, so we figured it would be better if I came to her place instead.
I’d like to think there’s nothing wrong with that, but somehow it still gets to me how I have to travel all those miles back and fourth on my own birthday, to be celebrated.
And what a trip it was. I spent the night there as the day after – the 9th – was my actual birthday. While the celebrations as such were nice – the food and the good company were all I could hope for – the struggle to get back home to Örebro was beyond belief. See, usually a train departs every two hours, even the later ones. But for whatever reason (I imagine due to it being a new year with new timetables) the train companies saw fit to have the last of those trains depart 16:30, leaving me with one hour to get to a city from which the train would actually leave (which was about 50 minutes away by car). After making a wishful phone call and browsing my options my last way out seemed.. well.
It was the last true evening of the holiday.
A night I was dead-set and hell-bent on spending enfolded in my Special K’s warm embrace.
After a brief moment of panic I noticed a golden trail of rail in the form of another route back home: a 6 hour long detour around half of God-knows-where which eventually would plant my feet in Pennybridge.
(usually that’s a 2-3 hour ride)
The eternity of split-seconds it took me to decide on what to do gave me opportunity to reflect upon all the things that tend to go horribly wrong whenever anyone tries to ride a train in the current state of this frozen-solid country, but I was willing to take that risk. Supposedly I would have to rely on 4 different trains – all hopefully working in their physical form and intended aspect of use, but also getting along in the fourth dimension commonly referred to as “time”.
This would be a blast.
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Though honestly speaking I cannot be bothered to sit around and bitch about all the things that (just as anyone would expect) did go wrong. Inevitably I got home and the time on the trains and stations came to good use in the form and shape of studying. I walked the last 3 or so kilometers with a stiff smile on my face and ice forming in my eyebrows.
In the end I reached goal
on my walk for gold.
(a video which I’m not sure however I find utterly delightful or intensely creepy. “Fascinating”, nevertheless. One I do know I find delightful is Arctic Monkeys’ Flourescent Adolescent, with all the clowns going at it! The lyrics make me smile and the song seems to grow with me, so I suppose it does have some qualities to it.)
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She’s scaring tiny bits of both Heaven and Hell out of me, you know. I definitely wasn’t aiming for anything I would be this scared of losing when I set out to dance. We just tend to blend so well – I can’t help but to hands-down enjoy her company to the degree where I have to remind myself to stay away from her, only to get enough energy to be with her again. It’s terrifying, quite honestly.
And oh-so enjoyable.
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