On Wednesday last week I jumped on (the one and a half hour delayed) bus to Sweden. This bae that I've never met fell asleep on my shoulder about two minutes after we sat down and I got back at him by stealing his candy. The bus ride took 10 hours instead of 7 because of the delay + missed ferry + missed person after having left the ferry etc etc. But around 11 pm I finally got to Malmö where my dad picked me up and we drove back to Ystad, where my family has it's old farm with no animals but a LOT of space and spider web.
I crashed into bed after having inhaled some BLT my mom made me and had the best sleep in weeks. Ah how the view of barley fields and the light smell of cow poop can heal broken souls like mine.
I spent the day in the "city" (it includes one street with stores that carries the collections from AW13 and a plaza where they sell berries and t-shirts with questionable prints on them) with my mom and later at home doing NOTHING.
And right in time for dinner this weirdo got here! My brother who flew down from Stockholm only to give me my birthday gift. Jk, he also wanted to actually see me.
We went on a short evening walk after dinner to catch up.
"Just lay here so I can take a photo." No, I would never suggest that. He laid down himself and asked me to take a photo.(...)
This on the other hand, I suggested. A person in the middle of a rapeseed field. WOW.
We ended the night with hours of gin rummy and wine and then I had another one of those dream sleeps.