february blues

My history has always been to write my thoughts down when feeling a bit confused or down. I guess that's the reason why this thing has been picked up today. That's even how this started in the first place. When I started my first blogg it was because I was in a lot of uncertainty before eventually having my second back surgery back in the days of 2006.

I'm not clear of what's going on now. I've been a bit sick in January so it was a rather quiet month. On top of that I think I have low iron levels as I've been quite tired lately. Not much energy and sleepy at nights. On top of that I've started to miss the fika culture of Sweden, as the culture here is always going to the pub. You can't even find the cozy café's here and I haven't been feeling like drinking alcohol lately. And that's obviously a big part of the social culture here. Hence I've been keeping more to myself lately.

Don't know if it's just the January blues that has continued into a February blues on top of everything else that has been going on. The sickiness. The eventual low iron. The realizations I've reached about my job. The non-alcohol policy. The crappy, rainy, gray weather of London.

A general lack of energy. I guess it doesn't help that my reaction to these kind of situations is to lock myself in, watching movies, keeping to myself (although enjoying it a bit as well) and just shutting everything and everyone else out. Waiting for it to pass and eventually crawling out of my hiding place and heading into the world again.

taking it's toll

Hasn't been much activity here. I guess blogging takes its toll on you after some years. And apparently moving to London takes a toll on it as well. You would think the opposite, that you got plenty of new things to write about. Which is definitely true. However in my case I think it got an overload of new things so I didn't have the time or energy to write about it.

It's sad though. The first year in London has been eventful, it would have been fun to have a track record of it here. But no regrets. The first year in London has been amazing and I'll still remember it. Many ups and downs, mostly ups though. And luckily I'm still not bored of it, which bodes well since my plan is not to move away after six months/one year like I have the last ten years.

"If you get tired of London you get tired of life" is what they say. With my habit of moving around so much I hope London can keep me busy and occupied for a couple of years at least.

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But it will still happen. Guarantee. #sweden #switzerland #icehockey #worldcup #americans #usa #z

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No filter. Just beautiful. #hastings #z

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Sweet potato. Butternut squash. And a piece of great Finnish crisp bread. If I only was hungry too. #z

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A wall in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. #fb #z

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I miss the Swedish blueberries. I don't even get a blue tongue. #z

firsts

Lot of firsts today. First barbecue of the season in London. With good food, beer, new friends, sunshine, and 20 degrees.

But then, on the way home, the first penalty fine. I didn't realize I was in zone three which my card doesn't apply to. If I would have touched in with my card anyway it would have taken the cash instead.

Shit, shit, shit.
Forty pounds poorer.

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Corner of London. Neil's Yard. #fb #z

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Instead of taking a photo off the rainbow I should have taken a photo off all the people taking a photo off the rainbow to post on facebook #fb #z