We all have them

You know those days when you just lie around doing nothing?
There's no point in lying, we all have them.
No alarm in the morning.
No plans for the day.
Except doing as little as possible.
Without feeling guilty about it.
Without justifying it to anyone.
Not even yourself.
You know which days I'm talking about.
The days when suddenly it's six o'clock in the evening,
and you're still in your pyjamas.
But it's okay,
because you never planned to leave bed today.
You're plan was to allow yourself to do nothing.
And when these days coincide with a day that has no trace of darkness,
I'm in heaven.

Sunshine

New friends in new, interesting classes.
Dinner with an old, good friend in town.
Several glasses of wine with housemate number 1.
A long, random, wonderful conversation with housmate number 1 and 2.
Laughter.
Joy.
Happiness.

On days like these
the dark clouds seem far away.

Waiting...

Waiting for someone here to say something
Waiting to show everyone what I have gotten
Waiting for the eyes to open up

Hoping everyone here will forget me

A night in a big city
A morning with snow
Someone thinks he is hated
Someone is waving farewell

One day more, then can't something be the way I want it to
One day more in a place where everything stands still

Hoping someone in here has understood
Hoping for a fire in the kings castle

I want someone to call and say hi
I want you to run of longing to me

One day more, then can't something be the way I want it to
One day more in a place where everything stands still

Searching after people whom are like me
Understand that thousand of us are born every day

I want someone to call and say hi
I want you to run of longing to me

One day more, then can't something be the way I want it do
One day more in a place where everything stands still

I have not written this. I've just translated it. It's originally a song called Väntar (waiting) by a Swedish group called Raymon & Maria, and they only sing in Swedish. But the lyrics of this song are pretty close to my own words sometimes so I thought I'd share a translated version of it.

Dealing with it

She decided to open her eyes and look out the window,
instead of just always looking inward.
She decided to take deep breaths,
instead of just gasping for air like a sinking dog.
She decided to let her shoulders drop,
instead of suffer through extreme tension.
She decided to deal with everything,
instead of pretending that everything was fine.

It lasted five whole minutes.
And then she fell back onto the bed.
Drained.
Exhausted.
Empty.

It's tiresome to get to grips with yourself.

Things change

I expect to bump into you,
I look for your face.
I take out my phone and get ready to text you.
That's when I remember that you're not here anymore.
It's not like you're GONE with capital letters,
but still.
I look for you,
and you're not here.
It's strange.
And quite sad.

Facts

There is always hope,
or so I'm being told.

The joy of travel books

I love the Lonely Planet guide books. Whenever I go somewhere for a longer time (more than a week in other words) I try and get hold of the LP so I can read up on what to do before I head off.

LP are releasing a new edition of their Australia guide in November. And I've pre-ordered it from Amazon. I cannot wait to get my hands on it and plan my Christmas trip down there!

If anyone has any suggestions of things to get up while down under, let me know!

Travelholic

I'm starting a new 'topic' or whatever you want to call it. Everyone who knows me, knows that I travel a lot. A friend of my mum's told me this summer that they sometimes play "Where is Lisa now?" at the dinner table. And it's strange. Because I never think of myself as someone who has done a lot of things. Or as someone with a lot of experience. In fact, I usually feel pretty unexperienced. But then, when people tell me how ridiculous it is that I'm only 24 and have been to 26 countries it kind of hits me. I'm a travelholic.

It's not necessarily a good thing. I've been told that it's a fear of commitment. That by travelling I don't have to create long term relationships. And I know already from the beginning that I am going to 'lose' my friends, rather than walking around waiting for them to fall off the face of the earth for no good reason what so ever.

So yeah. I travel. And move. I love it. And I hate it. Because how amazing would it not be to just be home somewhere? To have a place you feel at ease with. A place where you can see yourself living for years and years and years. Not feeling the need to have to fly away ever again...


But anyway. I'm going to start writing more about travelling. Anything that involves travelling. Because honestly, I can't live without it. For better or worse.


I took this photo of a baby albatross on Isla Española in the Galapagos Islands on the 12th of December 2007.