Off the grid. Hiatsu. Going of the deep end.

I’ve been away for a few days. Before that, I worked late and got home to tired to write. But I’ve been having so much fun!

I got home yesterday, at nine, and just checked on a few things before turning into bed. Today, well, it’s the same time, but since I checked the most important stuff yesterday… I just feel I’ve got the time for a short post anyway.

I’ve been to Denmark, Copenhagen. I’ve visited castles, and museums. I’ve seen important statues, and less important ones. I’ve been soaking in sun, and drinking both beer and cocktails. I’ve been swimming in the hotel pool, stuffing myself at the breakfast-buffet. I’ve been listening to a great book when waiting for my friend to wake up, and then finding myself huffing and puffing to keep up when walking around the town. I’ve been surprised at the shoddy standard in service at a great and expensive(ish) restaurant, and happy for the great service at an unexpected place.

I’ve seen sharks, and cute Danish boys. I’ve eaten ice-cream and drunk tea late at night. I’ve watched a new movie, and a old one. I’ve revisited a old favourite museum, and a few new ones. I’ve been walking in parks, and trying to remember the names of plants. I’ve been sitting and talking with my friend in the sun, and enjoyed a jacuzzi.

It’s been a great, short, hectic couple of days. I would love to do it again. But not for a few days. My bruises are still visible, my feet still a bit tender, and my wallet thin. My fridge is full as of this evenings emergency-shopping,  as well as my belly thanks to Teapot and her dinner invitation. My bed is inviting and my brain a blissful mix of new ideas and thoughts. Need to land before I run of to the next adventure.

Join me?

Homecoming Queen

I got home last night. Nothing to eat, so got out and got some food. Found Teapot on a bike, stayed to chat and gossip for a while, but then I got home (again) and what a glorious feeling. Being in my own place, it is pretty spectacular. I curled up in the couch with a cup of tea and just enjoyed being home last night. I unpacked part of my stuff, but then I got no further.

I loved being in the big apple, saying hello to mum, watching the cherry blossoms in the park with friends, sitting in the sun and drinking tea with another, it is a good life. But at the same time, I missed my flat where I’ve got my stuff where I like them. Where I can run around a whole day in pyjama. Where I can sit and read in the couch for how long as I want to without my sister waking up and deciding to watch the telly. I love how my flat actually doesn’t get up to 30 degrees because it’s sunny outside. Mom loves the heat, and the house is designed around that. Which makes me sweat just thinking about it.

I love my mothers garden where some new treasure may always be found. I love the chaos that comes with a mom who got a million things on her mind, a husband who loves technology, three siblings and a dog. Things never stop happening. And there is always something going on, something giving of sounds, something moving. The kitchen turns into a mess with a five minute window, Mom’s cooking leaves me breathless, and I just sit there soaking in the love that surrounds the whole house. But I kind of like my own space as well. I love having a quite corner where I can sit and read without anyone disturbing, my own bed, at mom’s place I’ve got a couch.

I don’t think I’m complaining, but rather, I try to show that love both styles of life. Both the hectic chaotic life of family that never stands still. And the simple, slow life of a librarian who loves to spend evenings in the sofa with a book and a cup of tea.

Ying and Yang. Balance. *Bows deep*

The journey begins.

It’s time now. Time to go home. Or rather, go back home to visit family. Easter and all. I’m going by bus, and apparently a new co-worker, let’s call him The Clone, because we have one already at work with the same name, is going to be on the same bus for other reasons.

 

Things I need to Do before I Go

Water my plants
Make bentou
Pack a bag with stuff I need
Make my bed
Eat breakfast

Things I DON’T need to DO before I GO

The last dishes
Write a post on the blog and waste time
Decide what books to bring (I’m going to buy many many MANY books up there)
Watch another episode of Sliders

Ignoring the signs. Reading the future.

I’ve been getting signs all weekend. There might be a cold in my nose and a fever in my head. I even got chills at work today. Sniffling. Sneezing. Snoozing. Being a Zombie. Naah. I ain’t got no cold. I’m healthy as a horse! I’m going home to my family over the weekend, I ain’t got time for being sick! Ain’t nobody got time for that!

I feel it’s kinda ironic that I’ll be a witch at work tomorrow and have the station “reading the future” where I’ll be looking into children’s palms and showing them the magic of tarot. I might even have a crystal ball, and I hope to be able of considering having a cup of tea next to me, to read the tea-leafs. And ignoring some signs.

I’m going for the look.

Another Day, another night.

Yeah. I’ve got another day done. Yay me. I ate some nice food, I had some nice talks to people. And now I’ve just fallen in love with Vietnam. Someday I want to go there and have a amazing journey. Backpack sort of journey. But that I think is for another day. Right now I’m to tired, got a headache, and still need to get up early tomorrow morning to do all that I should do.

It’s the best I could find without having a big look around. See why I love Top Gear?