So, I'm here, at work.
Tired - don't know why.
Not even the 45 minutes long power walk got me completly out of the sleepy cloud this morning. Since I now touched the subject I can admit that I'm starting to feel bad for draging stoch out of bed to walk with me - but, he is supposed to protect me as he so nicely puts it himself and the major reason for my dictatorship on the morning walks is to protect me from the raccons that I constently have nightmares about - jeeez I'm so scared of them and at dawn they are always out treespassing peoples drivesways, ready to attack ambitious joggers like myself and my hubby, but see, never have this happened to me and I bet my next paycheck that that's all because stoch is walking next to me.
But I'm tired and its getting much darker much too soon now since we flipped the time back and there is nothing worse then clocking out and step out of the building and its pitch dark out there.
I'm so excited for thanksgiving now, muuuuuch to much food - diets aren't for me and turkey sounds extremly good right about now.
Love, em
I'm at writing moment at questfield watching easter washington univerisity kick portland states uni's ass. 33 to 4, starting 3 period.
I'm laughing my ass of at cheerleaders that flies in the air and watching people because it doesn't matter how hard I try, fotball doesn't entertain me, especially not division 2 college fotball, even if its taking place at seahawks arena, the very same arena fredrik ljungberg plays the sounders on.
But its halloween, 31st of october and a little chillt, good friends are surounding and I'm reliving the collge experience and loving the surrounding more then the actual game.That's how it is with fotball, sure I can get into it when its an even game, but 33 to 4, come on! Even a soccer game 4 to 0 will bordom me to death. Sooooo, I'm preparing for a fun night out!!! Pictures of outfit will apear later on.
Love,em
The stress from home.
The frustration of dissapointments.
The hopes that gets taken apart.
The fights that I never start but always have to end.
The face I need to keep to not trig anything off.
The lack of peace, the lack of communication, the constant feeling of being picked on.
Playing a game that I can never win, a game I don't have or know the rules for.
It feels like a bad dream, the once you know are a dream but you can not wake up.
The feeling of something heavy on my chest.
The feeling of not being able to breath or move freely.
The feeling of editing your emotions and feelings so nothing slips out wrong.
The feeling of not being myself, the feeling of needing to be someoneelse, the feeling of someone else wanting you to be different - quiter, easier to control and more obeing.
- I don't know what to do, its breaking me apart from inside and there is no way to communicate that feeling of hoplessness.
This changes me.
I snap - at the kids at school, my dear friends who are always there to help, love and support, at complete strangers at the supermarket.
I'm loosing myself - again.
Re-focus? I don't know how.
Love, em.
I feel like there is something in my chest craving to get out - it feels like an anxiety attack coming closer and closer, like I'm a ticking bomb, waiting to explode. Crying won't help, it only feeds the panic flowing through my system..
I'm so homesick that it hurt deep to the core. I don't only miss my family, my moms food, my fathers discussion, my sisters gossip trips or my brothers teasing - I miss my whole country, I miss the food at the grocery store, I miss the people walking on the street minding their own bussines, I miss walking into a store and not having people being overly nice to me, I miss the pizza around the corner, I miss sitting at a cafe reading a newspaper, I miss tons of things.. Family, culture, food.. It feels like I'm getting lost, loosing my focus, loosing my reasoning for why I am here..
My husband is here.
My work is here.
My friends are here.
I can get a work at home.
I have friends at home.
My husband.. That's the tricky part.
I can't be apart from him and he can't move.
So what do I do with this panic and my homesick?
Love em
So I watched this movie about this nearoutic mother who was more anal than I could ever imagine any real human being to be. But I did reflect on one thing that she did to protect her family and children. Watchdog. Its a webpage where you can look up the sex offenders in your area - it got me interested. How safe is it where I live, and I got a heart attack and started looking for tickets to move my family to safer areas. In my area it goes 1 km to all sides from my house, 1 km east, 1 km west, 1 km south and 1 km north. 244 offenders. in my apartment complex alone, 11 offenders.
and this, is nothing. further downtown tacoma, renton or seattle - you could bearly see the map for all the red dots.
The washington rain is again falling over endless mass of trees, mountains and sound. - There is always a negative taste to everything well. Like the beaty of living in the evergreen state, where mountains, vulcanoes, ocean and sounds makes washington one of the most beautiful places I have ever been lucky enought to see, feel and be a part of. But it is also the place where the fall is long and the rain is heavy and a never ending story to our climate. I'm listening to the lyrics of Lykke Li and remember the days when not everyone else loved her, that was the day when her words helped me through these fally gloomy days - but now, which is nothing but godness for her everone seems to love and adore her. Swedish pride, huh, I didn't feel alot of pride as I sat at starbucks last week and her new song possibility floated out of the speakers - I guess that's what happens when you write the song for the movie new moon which is a part of a film serie that's the biggest hit since the lord of the ring triologi hit the theaters.
It's saturday, and I just awoke from a 15 hours night of fevery nightmares and not as much of a relaxation but I woke up feeling better - I guess that's whats counts. I remember the good times and good days when a few days of sickness still payed 80% of your daily income, the days where you actually could afford to be home sick, so that way I guess I should be happy that fever came friday instead of monday or tuesday. But stay at home without any income coming in is not really an option. Guess that's a price to pay living where I live, in the country where that is.
I need to get on with my day, a little adventure is never wrong. saturday night scareness.
"it's doesn't and not don't" - really right now, we are correcting my english?
On saturday I got into the car and hit the 101 outside olympia, drove north all the way up to port angeles and then 101 south until I came to Forks, ate at the in place before I went to the grocery store, stored up with a bottle of wine and drove down to la push. There was a full moon, stars and waves that peacefully kissed the beach. I found my peace again after weeks of stress with too much to do and too little time to my help. Everyone who have ever known me know that when work, social life you don't have time to maintain and other issues gets to wrapped up and there is no way to keep you head above the surface any longer - I gotta run. The car ride is only a bonus / lots of great music / lots of time to think and space out for a while.
As I got back I fullfileld my wish and tons of more energy for this working week and an exciting weekend ahead. I'm even finding energy to go out this weekend, which the familia appriciates. And I need to do some updating in my closet, so some serious shopping will be done as well.
After a long run this night when the clock hit 7 p.m before I could turn the day into night, which means that it was to late for hot yoga and no fun classes at L.A fitness, but to my suprise I found it to be fall - just like that, and I guess that I'v been to wrapped up in my own stress to see the sign of the summer passing by and fall entering in again. But to my shock there was so dark! In sweden when fall falls there is darkness like nothing else but one thing that we don't see here as soon as you step outside from downtown is that there are no streetlights
Sometimes I wish that I had a super memorycard where I could save all my memories and go back to them whenever I wanted and relive them as they just happened and the memorie inside me would be as refreshed as it happened 5 minutes ago. I wish I could remember everything. I wish I could remember the smell of my mothers scones. I wish I could remember the exciting feeling of not being able to sleep the day before christmas or before birthdays. I wish I could feel the urge to go through the closet the weeks before christmas and check out what santa was to bring. I wish that I could remember the butterflies that very first day of school. I wish I could remember that first feeling of attachment to my first boyfriend. I wish I could remember the joy of being a child playign with my siblings. I wish I could remember those many family nights, with take out pizza and fangarna pa fortet pa 4an. I wish I remember the rainy evening on a campsite somewhere in sweden, or those snowy nights and and days i bjursas where we had our husvagn the whole winter.
And I sure do remember all these things, I sure do remember the joy of winning a soccer game at the age of 11, and the joy of beating my father at some card game, even though that almost never happened, he always sat on the winning hand. But even though I remember all this.. Its so weak. I have the memories but they don't really tell me much and I cant keep a long memory, there are only glimts.
Now, there is Bones, grays anatomy and private practise!
I got pissed before bedtime last night - no obvious reason - broke 3 frames and ripped 3 pictures. Dissapointed - yes. It's just hitting late.
Still not any better, sick like yesterday, the day before, saturday and friday. But I feel like it's the last day, I feel like its getting better, so maybe by tomorrow this time I'll feel a little better.
ps, I miss my family alot. I'm working on my book and the manuscript is finally getting together.
So, here I am, sunday night and I wonder strongly how that happened! - Friday night, I came home from work, later then I was supposed to, with a migrane that had been bothering me since I woke up. Working with children is not the best when the head feels likes its about the check out. Aowsh. When I got home I called and made plans, I had in mind all day to take the drive up to Seattle and celebrate my dear friends birthday. But as it was it was impossible but I had stong faith in taking a nap, waking up rosie fresh and start getting ready, so plans were made and I took a nap, woke up and couldnt get out of bed, my head hurt more then before and I also felt sick to the core of my stomach - I had a fever that came from nowhere, and plans got cancelled and bedtime was in instead, a cold shower later I was in my PJs falling asleep. Saturday came and nothign was better - I didnt leave bed other then walking to the kitchen and bathroom, fell asleep earliy again. Woke up today - panic! sunday is here, and now what? the whole weekend spent in bed because of sickness brought up on me because of work. So you work all week and then need a whole weekend to get back on your feet for monday morning when another working week is heading towards you - urh? Today we went to the fair, bought scones and left again, my head is still heavy and my nose is rinning more then ever. So that was another waisted weekend and it irritates me so much because I need something fun, I need something fun to do and something to look forward too, but everytime I do that I get sick, and whats the fun in that?
My sister called today and I am really excited for that, cant wait. hopefully the 3 months before she gets here comes fast!
I guess its bedtime again, to wake up for another day at work, another work week, another weekend to look forward too.
Day 1 - back to work - pain in my finger, like tons of it - feels like a ladiebug is sitting with a hammer and punch the nervs in my pinkie 10 times a second, thats alot of hammering pain. Then imagine having kids running around, smashing and hamering and every once in a while by accident they just tuch the package half of my hand is wrapped up into and I see red for a 3rd of a second, AOOOOWSH!
I'm having dinner with my pinkelina tonight, she woted for chipotlee, but.. a burrito.. with fingers in a package? iv heard better ideas, so I'm thinking of some boneless buffalowings at applebees instead, fork and a knife, that's how you eat. screw the burrito, it wont happen tonight, sorry pinkson!
other than that.. Yeah I started to read the girl who played with fire today - uhrgh - its not twilight - of course its brilliant written, but it's just doesn't come through in the translation.. I'm trying, but I get so irritated everytime I read, tunnelbanan, or other words just written in swedish - like the translator got too lazy to find the meaning behind the word in english - subway? hmm, maybe I should become a translator.. Its just enoying, yes I know the meaning, but an english speaker reading this book will be lost and alot of that part of the book will be missread because of one word. Its like when you read a book in english and if there is one single word in there that you don't understand - you look it up and you get the paragraph better when you do that instead of being satesfied with knowing the context of the paragraph you read. anyway, ill give it a few more chances, or Im straight back to read twilight for the 3rd time. No one is more excited then I am for opening night - opening weekend? ill be in forks, no joke! and no, im not a dork - I just freaking looooove twilight, stephanie mayer is a freaking genius and I love everything she writes, I'm just waiting for a book a few years after breaking dawn ends, maybe renessme's story as she is maybe 17 years old - tdf.
I'v been sick today. Not sick, but home sick. Or not home sick. I got sent to the doctor from work. From the doctor I got sent home. Missing a day of pay, but I'm getting a day of relaxation. I broke my finger, my "lillfinger" - I broke my pinkiefinger.. hmm - HURTS like hell to be such a small bone..
I watched twilight 2 times today. tragic. but the movie is so good. love the feeling when you're done watching it and it feels like you're still in that world. Since I read all the books twice.. I figure it's time to continue with the girl who played with fire, but it's so weird to read a book that is written first in swedish and I know it's supposed to be in swedish and im reading it in english, the girl with the dragon tatoo was a challange and this is the sequal so I should read it, Im gonna read it - just need to get into it. which I will. But reading i swedish book playing out in sweden in english in washington.. or reading the twilight saga in english, that's playing out here in washington.. crime or vampire? hmm..
mom, ask sis to call me! and you need to call me too mom, I need to know what bloodtype I am!
I just got back, it;s 7.08 in the morning and I went for a long run - 3 racoons who still were out hunting scared the shit out of me, thats an animal I will NEVER get used to - hate them all and they are everywhere!
Use to talk about different types of realities, as your isn't the same as mine. But now mine isn't the same as it used to be.
Last week we went on lockdown, my work went on lockdown, lock all doors and take all the children inside. Why? Because there was a shooting with one person dead at the transit center (buss station) a few blocks down and the guy was running around in the neighborhood trying to escape the police.. During all years in my school career I have never been on lockdown.
Now, english muffin, coffee and another workweek ahead!
that are a few things on my mind right now and I wish it could turn around, and be good again. Im doing bikram yoga tonight - hot yoga. Its finally and offically stop for summer now and its time to check back to old habits and loose the 10 kg in the next week - summer kills my body like nothing else, too hot, too lazy, too many good drinks and too much beer. And maybe after a 90 minutes of yoga in a sauna I will feel a little better..
Its so weird sometimes how life turns out.. One year ago I left Sweden for the third time in a year, left the land of home to continue searching for something else in west. It was hard to leave last year, it was hard to let go of last years summer. But a 2 month long summer cant kill a 6 year long dream, I needed something else, I needed something completely different from what I had been told was to be my future. I needed a lifelong adventure and living in a different culture and country is one of the easiest yet hardest way to pursue that dream. Easy because all you got to do to be able to life a life long adventure is to move, find out what to do to be able to support the decision of moving and then just do it. It was easy for me, because I had many, many years of dreams pushing me forward to actually take the step of moving. Its hard to pursue this dream because its far away from what is known to you, its far away from the culture you grew up in and far away from people who helped shaping what you are today. But to pursue this dream was the most important thing for me and here I am, doing it. Therefore it was hard to leave last summer because there was an emotional conflict between my heart, brain, past and future. I had a hard time to pick a side, a hard time to figure out my goals if my present situation would change, I mean, then what? Its to hard, was my concluding idea, I couldn’t do it, not now and not later – I was where I needed to be, I am where I want be right now so all in all, a hard decision then made a life easier to life for me today. I had my past visiting me this summer, when I realized, I am not that girl anymore. I grew up sometime between then and now and there was not much to recall from the girl people knew then and the girl I am today. I have a job, a job that I could never do where I come from, a job that means something for someone else then me. I have children, parents and co-workers depending on me on a daily bases and you know what, that’s more fulfilling then anything else could ever be. I got married in the time from then till now, something I never thought was possible. My life has change, its more real now and its more me. I just knew back then that the life I could get if I would have followed my heart was not what I wanted and I didn’t know what I was looking for, but I knew that wasn’t it. The life I could have got would have been perfect in so many eyes of others, easy would have been my description. Instead I struggle today, now, I try to figure out how to be married, how to be a good wife, how to reach out to all the kids in my class and inspire them to keep fighting for a future for them on. So in my eyes I traded easy for hard. Because nothing in my life right now is easy, but this is what I always wanted, never have the future printed out on a map in front of you like I would have back then. Nothing is wrong with that life. That life just wasn’t me. I like that other people plan, that makes the world go round. I like not knowing, I like struggle, I like climbing. My future isn’t what most children dream it to be like, I don’t want tons of money, I don’t want 4 houses on 4 different continents, I don’t want any of that and that’s something I have said for years now. That can never fulfill me as a person, but my life now gives me something more, my life now gives me relief, relief that I know nothing. I know nothing about my future, because it is an adventure. Just the way I want it. I am a teacher, and I love it, because children are what we need to focus on. I also live in a surreal world. In a world where the country I live in is a war that I can’t understand, agree with or even support – which is hard, since in all this I also have a husband who will fight this war, a war that I can’t see any logic in. My husband on the other hand I need to support, so if I cant support the war, how am I going to support my husbands actions in going over seas to defend this country? That’s a surreal reality I could never see for my self one year ago, so yes, everything around me has change, but most of all – I haven’t changed, I just found the way I need to go to live the life I wanted for myself. But it’s not easy, not at all. But I had to let go of things not as important to me anymore. Friends from the past were one thing that I had to let go off, there was no room, there was no time and there was no connection anymore, to loose a best friend is hard but it’s even harder not to feel the urge to fix it. I don’t want to talk, I don’t want to keep in touch because it hurts to see what have become of what once used to be a relationship of two best friends, there is nothing there anymore and that is nothing I need or want to be reminded off.
But there are those high lights from the past that I can’t loose how much life change, as family and those childhood friends that will remain strong through life long journeys, because our friendships have all ready been through all the changes that are to be through. Like Malin who is coming in the end of November, and my sister who is coming here over Christmas. I am looking at tickets for her now, and any day now, they are booked!
So, my life changed, but its not for the worse, its actually for the better, its just harder then it used to be, the issues are bigger and the worries are real. But the real, real is the real value, it’s the life I wanted, realness.
so ni kanske har hort talats om americas next dance crew. R.G in massive monkeys ar pappa till en av mina ungar i skolan. sa det ar mamman som lamnar och hamtar nu, men gissa om mercedes ar mallig! lita glammigt, hon traffar jag ju varje dag annars. nar han inte ar i cali och spelar in detta sa klart.
check him out.. youtube.com sok pa massive monkeys.
sa jag ar hoooooocked pa twilight bockerna.. har bara den 4e kvar nu och jag borjade med den forsta i fredags.. detta ar 600 sidors bocker vilket sager mig och alla andra att jag har legat klistrad hela helgen med en bok nagra decimeter fran ansikter - men dom aaaar ju sa bra! blev foralskad i Forks och La push aven om jag forsta natten tvingade stoch att sova i bilen, men det finns granser hur modig man kan vara nar det ar sa morkt i taltet sa man inte ens kan se handen framfor sig. nu ar det jobb om 5 minuter, sen gymmet och sen affaren och inhandla allt for graduation imorgon.. japp mina ungar flyttar upp en klass nasta vecka.. och jag far nya, sma skitar, som inte ens kan lasa an.. men jag antar att det ar mitt jobb.. sa fullt schema hela veckan.. tank att det aldrig kan vara lite lugn och ro..
So, nu har vi hemkommit fran affaren dar det har inhandlats mat och planerats for campingturen da nagonting genast stod klart for mig.. detta ar inte som camping i svea.. inte som den camping jag ar van med, svensk husvagnsemester och ibland talt, som nar jag och malin taltade bredvid husvagnen.. dar det finns bar, affar, souvineaffar, spelhorna, lekparker och minigolf.. nej nej nej.. detta ar lets go on a hike camping.. som man ser i amerikanska filmer.. man maste planera.. for det ar minst en timme med bil till narmsta affar som valtippat nog ar en bensin station.. det finns toaletter sag jag pa hemsidan, men inga duchar, you may wash yourself in the river.. finns en vattenkran vid toaletthuset dar man far hamta vatten.. josses, vad har jag gett mig in pa???? vi ska pa hike pa fredag och rida hastar pa stranden och kolla pa varldens storsta trad.. jo for dom finns har i washington da dit vi ska faktiskt ar en regnskog.. mmm en sak till, allt vad mina produkter heter far inte folja med.. jag var tvungen att kopa tval och ansiktsservetter pa kampingavdelningen och vi maste tvatta allt vi ska ha med oss utan varken tvatt eller skoljmedel sa det ar doftfritt.. vet du varfor? jo for att det ar bjornrisk!!! sa innehelve knasvag jag ar nu.. I don't do that shit! Om en bjorn kommer och vankar runt taltknuten, ja da ar ju jag dod jag.. men det ar val bara som det ar, jag har ju en riktig karl, en sadan som vet hur det ska vara, en riktig karla karl.. som kan overleva i naturen i flera ar.. han skulle overlagset vinna robinsson.. min military man.. men hur ska ens han bete sig om bjornen kommer strosande.. det far mig att tanka pa den dar filmen.. med gamla mannen, unga mannen, alskare till frun till den aldre mannen som gav honom en klocka precis innan dom akte me planet som stortar i vattnet i sodra canada och dom blir jagade av en grizzly bjorn i flera dagar, jopp, sa kanner jag for inte nog med att det ar bjorn risk.. det ar grizzly bjornar som vandrar i dom dar jakla skogarna..
sa jag sager det nu och det ar men en ganska sa arlig rost, jag alskar er. for med min otur sa springer jag nog in i en bjorn javel pavag till toan. uuuusch. jag ser inte fram emot detta.. fast pa samma gang sa gor jag det.. min karl och jag.. 4 dagars weekend.. komma ivag, bara vi.. och bjornarna.. kort kommer - kan jag looova.
So last day at work after a nice 3 day long week i'm checking in for a 4 day long weekend! I deserve it! So we are taking it west to the coast and stoping at ocean shores, I NEED saltwater taffy, jealouse mom? that's the things we bought downtown seattle. but these ones are like worldy known and melts in yout mouth, mmmmm tdf! and the we keep itting north of the coast line in till we the to le push.. which is 15 miles from forks and right on the water,.. le push is the beach where twilight is recorded.. I will for the next 2 nights sleep in a tent so remember.. there is hiiiigh possibility that I will not survive this weekend. ANYHOW, scared? hells yeah. but I gotta get back cause we are going out on saturday and we have a wedding to attend on saturday, hallefuckingluleja.. busy weekend.. and now I need to get ready for work.. love em.
Life has so far taught me one thing, it never turns out the way you thought it would, no matter how well you plan, life has it's own plan for you. This is my journey and my attempt to follow the road life lays out for me, as a new mom, and with the constant struggle of what country and continent to call home - my journey to figure out where I actually belong.