Monday
I worked, it went well. I like the freedom of working on my own but at the same time working with people. I can give people the care they need on their demands but on my premises. I am finally giving something back to the society. It feels ridiculously good to be a part of the welfare system.
I bought food today, and I moved all my stuff yesterday. Waking up with my things here and being able to make my own food was amazing. Now, I just need that darn bathroom to start functioning again and I will be as happy as can be.
Grandpa. That man is a mystery to me. I have never met someone who lives more on prejudices than him. He is one of those silent racists, who calls everyone who is not Swedish or Finnish for "the others". He doesn't even try to learn how to pronounce their names. The best part is, he is married to an immigrant. He judges people so quick and right now it is very difficult for me to be around. He is nagging on everything. He is being so mean to my family. I thought I would be able to sort of pay him back for all that he did for me when I was growing up, but that doesn't seem to work. His mind is closed. Maybe it always was. I am starting to think that the image I had in my head of him was sort of only portraying the surface of what he really is like. He is incredibly loving and strong, but he has this weird tendency to not listen to anyone else when he thinks that he is right. I might have inherited a bit of that, but at least I have the decency to pretend like I am listening.
Need to sleep now, as tomorrow there will be more work for this young lady to do.
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