Just a wee shout....x x
I hate to start a letter with these words but I think I have to and here the are....
I am sorry.
I am sorry it took so long to get back to you. I told you I'd write back in the evening but I never did. I guess something came up. Hell, i am not the one to easily break a promise but I am bad at keeping routines, I must say. It is a new year, and I decided to start writing notes every day in my 365 day calendar. How many days has it been since? 6.
How many days have I written? 2.
You see. But anyway, I expect change from myself. Since that hot summers day I last wrote you, a lot has happened. I moved back to Scotland, Edinburgh. I started working in a bar. I went on adventures - although not as many as I'd wished. Sara moved over, it was very delightful.
It is very late and I have work in the morning. But I'll just tell you quickly what I'm going to do;
You see, I got a camera from my dear family. I have pictures from quite early on in Scotland, so with help from pictures I am gonna try to tell you a bit about how my life has been the last 6 months.
I can not wait to hear about your last 6 months.
This is a picture of my dear Edin family from a couple months back.
Love you. xoxox
We're having such a lovely heatwave here. My thermometer shows me all the thirty degrees I've waited for. Swedish summer, you rule.
I am having a practice-day today, practicing violin and reading sheet music all day. I'm having a hard time concentrating though. (I'm so sorry for the 'swenglish' way I build up my sentences in, just wanted to get that off my chest) Concentrating is really not my thing. The mind drifts away and the feet turns to different directions and wants to walk away. But today it's okay. It is really hot.
Right this moment I'm drinking iced cafe latte, listening to Ed Sheeran and getting inspired. I have such an urge to make my own music. I would much rather play ukulele and sing all day today, than practicing violin. The honesty is on top. Or just stand in a big room with the violin and play, just play whatever.
I did that two days ago. It resulted in a new own tune. Or... I should really call it a set. I finished the tune yesterday and I also performed it yesterday. In front of hundreds of people. Maybe thousands, don't really know. They were many. I made a couple of mistakes in the tune, but it didn't really matter, no one knew how the tunes was supposed to go, cus they were my own. Also, a little incident with a fire alarm happened. But more about later. Maybe. I need to go back to practicing.
Great writing you. More to come later tonight.
Sometimes you just feel like dessert - don't you?
Once upon a time earlier today, this occurred.
I made me a salad.
I ate the salad.
I felt like dessert.
I brought my blender from the cupboard and put there:
1 1/2 dl of oat milk
1 perfect avocado
Too much cacao powder
1 1/2 tablespoon of maple syrup
1 handful of cashews
A couple of tbsp espresso
I blended it until smooth.
I hade done myself delicious chocolate pudding.
I served it with whipped cream and strawberries.
I enjoyed it.
There's more in the fridge.
I'll give it to the one that comes home first.
You should really try it.
A couple of days ago I climbed a mountain with a heavy backpack on my back. Tied to that backpack was:
1. A tent
2. A sleeping bag
3. My beloved ukulele, Francis
Another person with a backpack on her own and a bottle of water in her hand walked two steps ahead of me. My dear dear friend, Sauron.
Together we went on an adventure, an adventure she said to never forget.
I, on the other hand, said that we sure could forget about this adventure. How will we otherwise have space in our memories for all of our adventures to come?
I could live like that. Live in the woods with a pretty view to wake up to every morning and a fire to sit with every evening. Just listening to the nature and making music from the inspiration I'd get.
At least for a while.
I miss the nature. Every day I spend in a city I miss the nature. I guess it is because I grew up in the place I did. Meadows and fields just outside the fence, woods to reach in 5 minutes (or less) walking distance and the water to reach 10 minutes by bike.
All the animals around, the safety, the sound of trees.
There's one kind of tree that's extra special. I don't know the English name for it, but when the wind wanders through the leafs they start to tremble and touch the other leafs and together they make a very special sound. A sound I could listen to for hours. It's so relaxing.....
The night on the mountain was lovely. I would really like to tell you more and describe it even more, but it wouldn't feel right. An adventure is almost always best if you live it yourself instead of picturing it.
My suggestion is that you do the same thing. Pack a backpack, bring some food, a tent and an instrument, bring a friend and go on an adventure. Spend the night in the woods or some other place. Leave the tent at home and sleep under the stars.
It may be a bit complicated but it's really worth it. Before we went I felt tired, and I wasn't sure I had the energy for an adventure like that. But I'm so glad I did it anyways.
Do it you too, but remember:
If you sleep under the stars - bring a mosquito net.
Speak to you soon
I'm so sorry I haven't written you in a few days. I've had stuff to do and things on my mind. As usual. But now time's come for me to sit down, alone, In peace and quiet. With a cup of coffee that for my taste should've been twice as strong. But today I don't mind watery coffee. I have so many other important things wandering around in my mind.
Today, from one and a half hour ago until one and a half hour more, I'll be sitting inside a house that was built more than 300 years ago. Inside the house where I'm sitting there's a café. A café in which I'm volunteering. Only down, is that I don't have any guests. But actually I don't mind. I'm not the kind of woman who get bored easily. I see this as an opportunity. One and a half hour where I have to be somewhere. I can't find anything else to do than just to be here, because my obligation is to keep an eye on the café. One and a half hour of me-time, one and a half hour to spend on myself, one and a half hour I can spend however I want, if I just stay around the café.
Now It's just one hour and twenty eight minutes left.
Let's get started.
ps. Free coffee. Yes please,
Wow. I'm sitting at a table bench looking at a silent pond that is usually filled with mating frogs in the springtime. Where are they now? I don't know.
I just ran for 15minutes straight - - -
W H A T was that??? I just heard a gun shot. If an animal died from the fire of that shot I swear to the heavens..... It's not hunting season yet. Stop killing. Arrrgh.
Oh well, back on track. I just ran for 15 minutes straight! I never do that. I always think that I can't and slows down or just stops. It's really all about mentality. And little goals and self-realisations helps.
While running I got a couple of really amazing ideas, and I'm really excited to share them with you at some point. Probably later today, since I'm eager to start planning.
My feelings tells me there are more things I want to tell you, but I think I'm gonna have to leave that for later. Time's ticking and I have plans for later.
Speak to you soon,
Today started off very slow. Or.... I can't really say that it started off at all. Stuffs on my mind made me think about other stuffs, stuffs that made me want to stay in bed even longer. It all messed up my plans for today.
After a couple if hours I finally managed to put my feet on the floor and drag myself out to my parents kitchen. I cut myself a slice of yellow melon and ate it over the sink.
It was not enjoyable, and it didn't feel at all like I 'carped the diem'. That slice of melon could, with a glass of water sitting somewhere with a beautiful view, have been a great start-up for a great day. Quickly realising that, I boiled two eggs and made myself a cappuccino. I'm trying to practice my milk skimming-skills a little every day, Dad's espresso machine is a gem for a coffee-lover like me. But I'm never really succeeding with that latte-art.
Ah, but what do we all say?
- Practise makes perfect.
Talking about practise - I really suck at running. Especially in these allergy times. And no, it's not an excuse. But more about that later.
Anywho, running is not my thing. But, practise makes perfect. So now I'll go for a run and then come back to reward myself with another cappuccino.
Better late than never, let's start off the day!