Currently on the train on my way to Stockholm. Been stuck for about two hours, probably more. I know for a fact that I’m incredibly bored as I’ve almost chugged down two bottles of wine. And I feel awesome. Except for the fact that I’d rather be home getting drunk. But I guess a train seat will do for now.
And oh. I forgot to tell you. I got a boyfriend. And oh, I’m back in Sweden, possibly because him. Don’t want to admit it, not just yet. Or maybe I missed Sweden. I don’t know. Anyhow. Life’s good, but it’s not pure awesomeness. I still miss being abroad. Sweden is kind of mediocre. Don’t want to admit it, not just yet. But I will have to soon. I think I might not be suitable for a life back home.
I believe I’m already making myself mentally ready to pack my stuff and leave as soon as I find a job. Pros and cons with that of course. But wouldn’t it be more amazing to follow my dreams abroad, where I’m supposed to be, than home? I’m more in my game, my essence, whilst being abroad. That’s who I am. A world citizen, regardless of how cliche it might sound.
Back in Sweden… Since like August. That shit is cray. The reverse culture shock after spending almost 6 years abroad. Oh my. It’s been an interesting few months and a journey back to something called normality. That, I tell you.
Although it’s pretty nice being home. I’ve been spending a lot more time discovering Stockholm, which is nice. Never thought I would actually like a Swedish city, surprise surprise!
But I do miss the Chinese food and the cheap, cheap sushi (why can’t Sweden have good sushi places that doesn’t cost a fortune). I also miss the lawlessness and the down-right crazy moments I had in Shanghai. But Shanghai is not for real. Or perhaps not the life I lived. You were in this kind of bubble of just awesomeness all the time. But then again, who wouldn’t want to live a life of pure awesomeness in Shanghai?
I`ve met many, and I`m even dating one. :D
My jetlag is back, thanks to me screwing up my sleeping patterns after New Years and Sara coming here. I guess I’ll be one tired lady tomorrow. Nice to have Sara around though for an entire month. I’m no longer a lonely! Best Christmas gift to have one of your best friends visiting.
I forgot to tell you about my graduation. It was really, really, really nice. I felt like Harry P for a day, and the it was nice to see everyone! Albeit the turnout wasn’t that great. But it was a week before Christmas and many of my grad friends live either in China or in the States.
Oh, and G came to meet me at the airport. Brought me flowers. And mulled wine. He knows how much I love it. Little bit awkward in the beginning, but after a while it was back to normal. As normal it could be without behaving like bf/gf. Went and did my hair at my favorite hairdressers. G then picked me up and we went to a pub having some pints before heading back to his place and dinner with his mom. His mom, as I’ve told you guys before, is one of the best cooks’ ever. She even went to the Chinese supermarket to buy the ingredients for my favvvv fish dish. YUMMMMMMMMMMM.
Then I fell asleep in the couch (jetlag #1) and G asked me if I wanted to sleep over. I didn’t so he followed me back to the hotel and stayed the night. Obviously we are not just ‘friends.’ So everything was basically back to normal the next day. We went to see Winter Wonderland (tradition now), had some mulled wine and hotdogs, and played some games. Then I headed off to meet my parents for drinks and dinner.
Next day was graduation day and G comes to meet us up for dinner. My parents do really love the kid. Dinner was great, lots of good wine and small tapas dishes. Afterwards me and G head off to meet some friends for some more drinks. So nice to see everyone again. One of the reasons I miss London - all my friends. Then stay the night at G’s. Never been so grumpy in my entire life on the way back home. G is very economic, whilst I’m not. It was raining and I said that let’s grab a cab back to his. He lives in the outskirts of London so grabbing a cab is pretty expensive, but it was pouring down, so I thought it was worth it. But G convinced me to take the bus instead, saying that it would be there in like five min. [Not True] I fall asleep on the bus (jetlag #2) and when I wake up I’m tired and wet and cold. Poor G.
The day after it’s my last day so G comes with and me, him and my fan go for breakfast before it is time to say goodbye. He starts to cry. Twice. Poor kid. I’m happy though, not because he’s crying but because I was the one being semi-rational. That I put some distance between me and him. And that I dont miss him like crazy!
Been extremly sick the last weeks. Sucks to spend my week here before going home in bed watching cartoons. Oh well. At least I got like 40 hours of extra sleep. Hopefully I’ll be able to go to school tomorrow. I miss all the delicious food around school. YUMYUMYUM!
Going home on saturday too. Can’t wait. I want to go home now now now. Need to get into the christmas spirit. And then I get to see G on Monday. I think I’m starting to get a little bit nervous. I know for a fact that it wont be the same.
..more Mandarin. And I am sick. Buhu. Good news is that I’m going home in a little bit more than a week. First off is masters graduation in London, then back to good ole’ Sweden for some proper Christmasy stuff. I can’t really say I’m in the Christmas spirit here in Shanghai. It is pretty non-existent. A few coffee shops have put up some lights, but that’s about it.
I know London will be rocking though. Can’t wait to go up Regent’s street and go to Winter Wonderland. And OH, I forgot. The date was not really a success. Nice and all, but no spark. G is picking me up from the airport. Than taking me to Winter Wonderland. Kinda becoming a tradition now. Having some mulled wine and then dinner at his Mom’s. His mom is the best Chinese cook, ever. Her fish with onions and soy sauce is to die for. And so is her spicy eggplant dish. And her soy beef chicken. YUMYUM.