Hard times

It’s dark, it’s cold, I’ve got a cold & I work too much… normally this would mean depression time but there is luckily something called the light at the end of the tunnel. And no, it’s not a train like Strangnas Kommun, the light is a vacation that starts tomorrow in a country far, far, far away.

I thought this morning, how would I manage to work all winter without knowing that there is something better waiting for me? I would have comitted suicide.

So how do people do it? I mean the rest, at my work for exaple, who are not going anywhere. Just stuck here. For years and years. Routine.

I can’t do routines. I don’t have the dedication or will to do something over and over again without the thought that I need to move on very soon. Perhaps that’s why I’ve gone to 11 different schools.. maybe.

Anyway, tonight I’m meeting up my cookie for dinner and some help with packing. And then tomorrow my lovely man is coming with me to the airport… he’s the best!

Latersssss