Friday


I slept eight hours between yesterday and today. It has been at least two weeks since I slept that much. Last night I finished an essay, went to Zumba with Carolyn and then I showered and ended the evening with a bottle of Rosé and good cheese. I was so refreshed when I woke up this morning. I had an African Dance class and then I went back and made lunch. Contemporary concepts, a physics class that I everything else but appreciate, was the first academic stop of the day. Second class was Political Participation. It is one of my favorite classes. We are discussing the American electorate and focusing on the midterm election that will take place on November 2nd (all you americans should vote!). I am focusing on the Kentucky Senate Race. I like it, it is teaching me a lot about the American culture. However I would never get through that class if it wouldn't be for a friend of mine named Kevin. He always answers my questions and most of the time he doesn't laugh at them. Much appreciated.
Islamic civilizations, a class that I haven't grasped yet. I think I will soon though. Hopefully.
After that, my weekend started. I went to Tea Garden with Lora and Grace to shake the stress off and to realize that I can relax now. The rest of my evening was spent with Brandon, catching up and having dinner. After three hours of conversation I am now seated in front of my computer thinking about what I want with life. I know that it is Friday evening and that I am expected to do something "fun", but I have had such a nice day until now that I don't need anything else. Today was close to a perfect day. It is like all the parts of life that I appreciate have been addressed. I am content. Today is one of those days when I know I made the right choice in coming to America.
Actually, I have had a really good semester so far. It has been stressful, as always, but I feel like I have gotten to see more of the place that I am living in, that I have grown more independent and more responsible ( which I think has a lot to do with me living in an apartment and finally can make my own food and routines). I still cannot detach from my family though. I have this urge of going home, seeing them again. I want to be able to see them more often. That is the only thing that I lack. Everything else I can deal with, but being without my family is difficult. There is this song that in Swedish is called My family and the chorus goes like this
My family, that's the ones that wants to belong together, be there for each other, strong and true, here water is as thick as blood. One family, like a big house, no limits and no end.
I don't know if that makes sense in English, but that is not how I feel. I need to see my blood relatives too.
Though at the moment I am content. Happy Friday
2010-10-16 @ 04:49:09 Allmänt Permalink

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