Stuck in Life

I spent the evening with people from old times. Talking, laughing, drinking. And somehow - even though we sometimes got stuck in old memories it feels like we are growing together instead of apart.

And just now, my phone beeped - a question from an old friend, "did you get home alright?" - no news for the newpaper in this tiny dangerous city tomorrow.

Christmas has passed, I am more confused than ever before. I wonder if my grumpyness depends on my confusion or if it's just who I am. I prefer the first option.

It's bedtime and I am dreaming of a life. Going to bed, tomorrow I am hoping to get a little closer to the harmony of life. Trying my yoga matt, finishing the book, writing the last job applications before I might stop applying for jobs. Maybe.

Den som lever får se.

(happy birthday, sister)