make my wish come true
all i want for christmas is you
this is what i love about sweden-- no, just about today:
my corridor mate calls to tell me she has forgotten her keycard again. I go out to let her in; she apologises and then stops, aghast, as i exclaim and run out in a tee shirt and fbts with completely wet hair (i came out of the shower 10 seconds before she called, my towel was still around my neck). Big fat impossible large flakes of snow :) but it all melted while I was stuck at some completely abysmal dance performance i was trying not to gag.
typing away at my itineraries I hear voices lifted in song; typing this now my window is open to the night and the sound of christmas singing (a lot in Swedish or Latin, I can't tell-- one or two in english, though!) wafting down from an apartment above mine. it's so peaceful and the night is so lovely.
I cannot believe I'm leaving. I want to stay for another week, another month, another year. On Thursday instead of going out to Stockholm's Sofia said she needed to pack, so I took a few packets of chrysanthemum tea over for her bad throat and we just sat and talked and listened to Spanish music including one that said something like "cuypere moyere (???)" which translates to "I will/want to/am going to eat you", whereupon I tried to explain the innuendo that would constitute in English. She grinned and said actually in Spanish the same innuendo applies. She made me promise to go out to the London clubs with my sister (mich poon this means you since you're the only other person of legal age), gave me a thank-you present (Swedish heart and Kitkat!) and then we tried to put her into her humongous luggage case. I weighed myself on her weighing scale and discovered rather sheepishly that I've put on 4kg since leaving Singapore (most of which has manifested around my face and tummy argh failll). After that as she packed, we discussed the merits of Chanel versus Clinique, kissing Swedish boys, dogs (she has this LOVELY glossy boxer), crazy curly hair, friendly Londoners versus friendly drunk Swedes, how to say "cumpleanos" (khoon-pli-an-nose as far as i could tell) and trying to stay in touch. I am going to miss her. I am missing her already.
Friday we went to Klara's place for a little get-together. But now the music has stopped and I no longer feel like recounting my days in this sterile space; instead I will sit and watch the night for a little while before heading back to planning italy. Good luck for all involved in O school recital-- I really wish I could be there watching!-- and oh my god save me for tomorrow :\
Happy Lucia, all, och God helg!