Sunday
My day, I have now breathed the air on this earth for 20 years. Quite some time, but very tiny in comparison with so much else. I woke up early and started reading the news and clear up around my desk, then I talked to my family for a while. I don't know why I miss my dad so much. I just left him, but I feel like I never get to spend enough time with him. Today he picked up the phone when I called. We didn't have a lot to talk about, but I just enjoyed hearing him talk about all those things that happens in his life. Or rather, the few things that do happen.
A friend, who also suffered from jetlag, came down for tea in the morning. It was good to have someone who is at least a bit similar when it comes to culture, to sit and talk about life and death with. He made me smile, and I kept on smiling as I stepped into the car with my hostfamily. They made food and cinnamon rolls for me, and gave me gifts and we talked about the summer and their future trip to Sweden, I played games with the kids and it was just lovely. My friends were here when I got back and we went out and ate dinner. It was amazing to see them again. It is something about the chemistry when we are all together, the roles we play. I am still trying to figure out if I am comfortable with mine, as the sarcastic but yet cute one. In short, today was a good day. It might not have revealed life for me, but it did indeed show me things that are important in life. Friends, Family and Love.
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