Guess what I'm up to? I'm sitting in my pyjamas, curled up on my parents couch in Stockholm! Jet lagged as fuck after having slept 4 hours between Saturday and Sunday and 0 hours between Sunday and Monday due to the fact that my flight had both The Notebook AND Titanic in it's entertainment system. Hence - no sleep for Frida. I was just drooling over Ryan Gosling and Leo DiCaprio for 7 hours as I crossed the Atlantic. But anyways - I made it, I'm here, and I have no idea what I'm doing. I don't know if I'm staying here forever or if I'll be back in New York in a month or two. Right now I'm just on the express train to chill town where I'll hang out for a week. Then we'll see where life takes me. When I boarded the plane last night I had that burn in my chest that told me to come back asap and I've learnt that you should trust that burn/feeling/whatever it is that makes it feel like you're about to break but in the best possible way. All I know is that I'm so fucking tired of moving around, so if I do go back it's for the long hall. BUT - that's a "problem" I'll deal with next week. This week is for friends and family and rest and getting back on track with my health. I've had a cold for the last two weeks and for some reason my appetite went out the window around the time me and my roommates stopped doing dishes and started piling up our dirty pots and pans in our sink, pretending it's an on-going art piece. But I have a feeling that a good nights sleep in fresh sheets and some home cooked food will turn that right around.
I will also make sure to spend some time on this blog. I've spent the last couple of weeks soaking up everything that is New York, which means I haven't been home for anything else but sleep. But now that I'm here, unemployed and full of a bunch of ideas and photos - this place will be taken care of.
Talk soon! Puss och kram!