My part of London

 

Yes, we have a fox family living in our garden.

Walk with me

I'm a runner. Not in the sense that I go running. I wish I was that kind of runner. But no. I run in the larger sense of the word. Never really knowing how or when to just let myself stay. Sometimes I wish people would tell me to stay. And actually, maybe for the first time in my life someone has actually said that to me. Maybe not as frank as 'you should stay'. But still. I'm not picky.

Sometimes I want to tell people to run with me. Or at least walk with me.
I've added 'follow me' buttons. So you can walk with me online if nothing else.

Londontown

 

Favourite of the day

Multitasking at Oxford Circus

Here we go again

Yes, I am back on this one. For mainly one reason. This blog is so closely related to my emotions. It's my outlet. My space. And now that I've started to explore a new form of expression this seemed to be a good place to return to.

I bought a new baby the other day. A precious, beautiful, DSLR camera. It's the new love of my life. And I am planning to always bring it with, except maybe to work! So following this will be my first topical photo entry!

I will start writing other posts here again as well. Anything relating to me finding my way through the pen. And the escape that music gives me. And always with a camera at my side.

I've moved

lisamlarsson

Check it out if you want to! More active there than on this one at the moment...
And now it should be visible to everyone as well!

7 years and 364 days

I haven't written for a while. But now seems appropriate. Tomorrow's the day. The dreaded day. Just thinking about it gives me goosebumps. I've come so far. I don't want it to pull me back down again. I don't think it will. I will not let it. But still. You never know. I will dream about you tonight though. And tomorrow. I can't believe it will have been 8 years tomorrow. EIGHT years. That's a really long time. But as always, and probably for forever, I remember it like it was yesterday. I won't bore you by going into the details. Again. That day showed me how dark the world can be. But also how strong friendships are formed. How close people can become after having faced a nightmare.

I've come a long way.
But I have by no means forgotten about you.
You're in everything I do.
And I miss you.
And I wonder what kind of wonderful women you would have grown up to be.
Would you have travelled the world? Studied at uni?
There's no point to think 'what if?'.
But sometimes I can't help it.
That day my world changed.
7 years and 364 days ago.

It still feels like yesterday.

Looking out the window

It's destructive,
this world we're living in.
You're supposed to do so much,
be so much.
And yet we are clueless,
not knowing what to do, or what we are.

You are bombarded with information from all corners,
there is nowhere to hide.
You're expected to be up to date,
every hour, every minute.
But you know that it is killing you,
this constant need to know everything.

It hurts,
it's like a constant reminder.

The virtual world is crap, real life is so much better.
Caye Caulker, Belize. Dec. 2009.

Of what I used to have,
of who I used to have.
Of what I used to do,
and never will do again.
Of who I used to laugh with,
but are not anymore.
It's a reminder of everything,
the good and the bad.

Right now though,
the bad seem to be winning.
So I'm taking a break from it all.
To run away from the pain,
the confusion,
the heartaches.
I'm saying good bye,
I don't know for how long.
But no,
you cannot find me on facebook.



It hurts too much.

My day

Today is the first time since 2008 that I'm home for my birthday.

By home I mean my parents house in Skövde. 

The house that has been 'home' my whole life,

regardless of if I've lived here or not.

I've lived more of life in other places than this beautiful house,

but this is where I get that feeling of 'home' when I open the door.

It's nice to get to be here today.

And to have a traditional birthday, with the grandparents,

and lots of cake.

I also got a feeling of Notts as I talked to two of my lovely friends over there around 1am.

Which was midnight over there, which meant I got some birthday wishes from over there too.

That was a great start to this 25th birthday of mine 

(now that I've reached it 25 doesn't seem that old anymore)

Now I'm going to meet up with the best person there is.

My beautiful, amazing best friend.

We're going for coffee.

Like we did last year on my birthday.

It's going to be a good day.