Trollet realized once again that she is leaving soon, and today when she was having her morning coffee she realized that 7 months is actually quite a long time. Even though the older we get the years seem to go faster. Sometimes you look back a month or a few and you think, oh la la, how did i do all this? Sometimes 7 months is like a vacum time, but other times it feels like anything can happen. Really anything. Think about the things you can achieve during one week. It can be something good, something unusefull or a lovely mess.
Trollet was in Reykjavik for half a year and.. well yes.. anything and a bit more happened. Too much in fact. As K said the other day, she hasn't seen Trollet so confused and a bloody mess ever before and not ever after. True true. So that was what 6 months in Reykjavik did to her, what will 7 months in West Africa do to her? Then again, one year, times two, in Nancy didn't do her much harm, except a broken heart, one year in Colorado didn't do her much harm, one year on Bergen did her a lot of good except the broken heart, again. What is up with these broken hearts? Well it is good to feel. Trollet likes to feel. She had a period when she didn't feel much for anyone, really not, and that scarred her. She likes to climb high up, as high as she gets, even though it means that she might have to fall harder. Living, it is called. You have to take risks. In love you do that, nothing is ever quaranteed. Better to fall and feel like you will never be able to get up, instead of never climbing and never falling. Trollet is way too passionate for that. She climbs, she falls, she climbs a bit further, she tries to hold on, she jumps, usually she jumps, and climbs again.
Last week has been a good one. Trollet only had a three day work week, so she has been playing with her friends. Lovely friends to play with. Yesterday they decided to paint, really paint. It looked very professional. They chose someone in the room they were suppose to paint, it could be as absurd as one wanted it to be. Fred's painting of Baz was a forrest... Trollet chose to paint Fred. He turned out to be way too skinny and too dark. Then B saw it, it is not fred she said, dont you see who it is? Oh dear, I do, said Trollet, it was silly lump. So hmm, how to change it and make it look like Fred? felt like a lost game, it finally turned out to look like a prison gangster, that looks neither like Silly Lump or Fred. Great fun to paint. They did this for quite a few hours. Trollet could see herself doing this more often.
Back to leaving this place. Trollet will write about being in Benin on www.marinaibenin.blogspot.com She cant write e-mails to everyone so this way the ppl that want to see what she is up to can read about it here. It is now in swedish but she might start writing in english if there are some pple out there that would like to read it and dont understand swedish. We shall see.
6 comments:
English or French please! Glad you feeling nervous about your next move, I always liked having butterflies in my stomach, it often meant the plane was not too far :)I'm goin back home for Xmas, well my irish home, to have some proper Guinness and decent bacon!
Ok, so maybe a smooth mix of swedish, english and french ;) So you are still hanging around here? Thought that u might have disappeared.
It is a nice feeling when you realize that the waiting at the airport isn't all that far away. A good nervousity.
Your irish home, nice to have many different places to call home. I can really relate to that. I think we are quite similar in that, feeling at home soon after puttig down the backpage and stating that this will be my home for the coming months.
Yor trip is also coming up soon, nice! feeling the butterflies yet?
silly lump says :
english please.... will take me ages translating from swedish:)
english seems like the winning concept.. hmm.. okey.
Pushin it back in time, March seems to be the plan now, but just heard of a good friend of mine bringing over a boat from the Carribean to Australia... I like being in a mess, not knowing what to choose.. Things will sort themselves out, it's Xmas and it's really hectic out there! So's my head ;)
Oh sounds so familiar to have a messy head as u probably know by now ;) The boat thing doesn't sound bad at all, not at all.. hmm, but neither did the diving. Maybe you can hop on the boeat, sail to Australia and from there go through Malaysia up to Thailand, do some diving, and then hit my favorit: Cambodja ! How about that? Of course it depends how much time u got, or if u have a time limit at all.
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