August 2009

I can’t believe it’s starting to feel like summer, now that summer is almost over. What a rip off.

Ok, so here are my innermost thoughts and feelings about out impending move.

Living in Linköping these past 6 years has been good and bad. Sure it’s annoying to have almost all our friends in another town, not to mention my job, but it has been nice in a way. Linköping was like our get away. There is something to be said in having an apartment in a town a couple hours away from the rest of your life. It was the place were the two of us could be by ourselves with only the occasional outside interference and I’m going to miss that in a way. Now my whole life will be in Örebro and it will be much harder to escape things. There’s always Nora, but it’s not really the same thing. Before anyone gets to insulted, it’s not really my friends and family I like to escape… (often) it’s more my job. This job is frankly, a little scary. I know I can do it, and I will rock it, but it’s so much responsibility and it’s on going responsibility. I had a lot of responsibility in what I did earlier as well, but the project would always end. Then I could go back to Linköping and just be alone with my husband and my cat, and not have to think about what was happening at the office until they needed me again. But now… THERE WILL BE NO ESCAPE. It’s going to be constant monitoring of every step of this 6 years study. Not just one tiny part. And this study is huge! I’m going to have to use every weapon in my organizing arsenal. It’s exciting, but also…. I WANT TO BE FREE! Free like the wind. It’s kinda’ like I’m getting married again. Commitment is just scary in any form. I know this is called “being a grown-up” to commit yourself to people and jobs and animals, and houses and kids, and life. But I never said I wanted to be a grown-up.

Here’s an interesting fact. I have moved 9 times that I can remember. Meaning I moved once or twice when I was 2 but we wont count those. That gives me an average of moving every 3 years of my life so far. I’ve lived in my currant apartment in Linköping for 6 years. 6 years! That’s longer then I’ve lived any place in my whole life. That’s longer then my mother has lived any place except her childhood home.

“Writing” might be a stretch. More like sitting here, trying to think of something to write, and being distracted by a discussion on IRC about Chicken factories that led to a talk about pink flamingos, and other stuff including stalkers, people that want to kill us and people that wont add us as friends on Facebook. Well one person that wont add me…. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE!

I’m moving in 10 days. It’s going to be so weird to go to work and come home… to my own home at the end of the day! And to be able to see my friends when ever I want! Or more accurately when ever they want. I do feel bad for taking my mother’s only grandchild away from her though. But a baby should be with it’s mother.

I think I’m becoming a really non-imaginative person. I completely coming up short now, and I am constantly failing at the whole, witty Facebook status thing. I think being out in the world, around people drains imagination. And funny. I don’t really feel funny anymore. Obviously I still am, because genius doesn’t go away over night.

Oh I head something awesome. I haven’t googled this at all, so this is just the words of some drunk guy, but apparently they have found recently that ant colonies have contact with other ant colonies all over the world and they think that basically they are all taking orders from one super mega ant! Well that last part is properly hyperbole, but it’s such an awesome idea!! Like there’s a giant supreme ant living someone in the core of the earth. One day the ants will revolt. And we thought it would be the monkeys. We were WAY off!

My finale thought; did you know an ant queen lives up to 30 years?