the end of an era

Two more days. In 48 hours I'm getting off the plane in London.

Today Maria is flying from Sweden to New York.

I was reading old, unsent emails. It was like looking at a very old picture, or seeing something through water, I remember it of course but it's not real anymore. It's not my life anymore. My life used to be pretty crappy but now it's awesome. It's funny really, how you can feel so bad and so good about the same things, or the same people.

I know I have made the right choice.

heavy happiness

I really want to write something about what it feels like leaving Cork after two years, leaving my job, starting a new life in a city I can hardly remember, leaving my friends, returning to my old friends, but I cant think of any way to express these feelings.

I want to write about the very beautiful necklace Maria gave me, and the beautiful card that almost made me cry, or how strange it feels that not only do I not live with Maria anymore, I'll also be living in a totally different country.

And it feels so good to leave and it feels so strange and life is thrown upside down and am I going to be a stranger in my own home? Or will it feel like coming home?

Home is where the heart is.

Now I'm going to buy a Hotpot at Berries for lunch for the last time, I guess.


Listening to: KROPP - Ordning

close to the end

I had the most wonderful weekend. Last week was kinda slow but it ended with happiness and cake on Friday night, which was my farewell-beer-night. The best farewell-beer-night ever. I had so much fun and I was so drunk and I ate chicken and everything was wonderful.

On Saturday I was asleep until four in the afternoon, then I staggered home from Maria's place and managed to take a shower and eat some microwave lasagna before I fell asleep again, and then on Sunday me and Maria went into town and hung out, I bought a bag, we bought some food, we went back to her place and bleached my hair and had dinner. My hair looks great now, finally managed to make it look pretty even and nice! Thanks Maria! I love it!

Today I'm packing some and tomorrow I'm hanging out with Maria for the last time. There's a very cold little stone in all the shiny happiness, the "leaving your bestest friends"-stone. I'll miss Cork, and everyone, but probably Maria the most.

Listening to: T J Rehmi - Who Killed Bhangra

to do list

• Whatever the **** I want.

Two more weeks and then I'm on the plane with my mom, headed for Stansted.

There's a lot of stuff going on of course, since I'm moving to a new (old) country. Moving is very expensive. Luckily I found a place where I can send boxes for €50/box. Exiting stuff.

But seriously, there's no real news. I'm crocheting a lot. Tonight I'm having a farewell-beer-thing. I'm a bit tired.

Two weeks. Please fly by quickly.

top 5 signs of stress

So they say that moving is one of the most stressful things you can do. I just moved and I'm moving again in 2 weeks and 3 days. To a new country. A new job. A new life.

So yeah, I'm a bit stressed. I'm happy and stuff, everything is great, but I'm still a bit stressed.

And what is the top 5 signs that Kristina is stressed out? Let me tell you:

1. Bad skin
2. Bad skin
3. Bad skin
4. Unstable appetite
5. Bad skin
   

I've had troubles with my skin since I was like twelve, but the last year or so it's been behaving pretty well. (I actually think it's because of this Boot's cleanser.) But either there's a whole lot of crap in the air in my new house or it's the stress. To make it a bit better I think I lost a couple of kilos though. So I guess that's good. I just hope it will get better when I get to Sweden, with the dryer climate and all.

Listening to: Kaoma - Lambada

serious bizznizz

So! I feel that it's time to tell the world!

I have a new job, I'm moving to Sweden in 18 days. I have an apartment and my flight tickets and everything. I have said it before but this is the official post about it.

I have so much to be happy for right now. My life is really awesome.

And I keep on pressing 4.

festive

So very soon Electric Picnic is starting, and I am not going, and it breaks my heart a little. So extremely many bands that I really love and a festival that seems like it was made for me!

And to make me even more miserable, I'm missing FFF this year. And if anything breaks my heart it's that.

Apart from the heartbreak of missing these two festivals, one that I've never been to and one that I've visited many years and worked with the last two, and love more than I love any other festival, or event at all, I have other thoughts: all the people I grew up with are so old now. They look so different, bigger, more worn. Am I old as well?

Now: time to wash my dinner plate and put my lunch box in the fridge.

Listening to: My Playlist on Spotify
Days left untill I go home: 23