On making it here and everywhere...

It’s eight minuets past midnight. I should go to bed since I have been getting very little and odd sleep lately. Landlady is dozing of in her bed beside me, there’s some odd film on the 1920’s depression on TV.

I have been up reading through old diary posts. I have done that a lot lately, reading through writing in Swedish since I feel like I need to regain some kind of power over that language again. Hence, writing this blog in English right now might not be constructive. But I think it’s cause I have moved, extended my roots to an environment I don’t know if I’ll find my place in after all, that brings me to expressing myself mostly in a foreign (…but perhaps not as foreign…) language.

My progress in this town has been great. I now have a fully furnished apartment which I move in to on the 21st. Next week I have a meeting with two girls that will hopefully be my new PA’s. I feel like I am on top of Uni for the most part. As always I struggle with my body but it seems alright even though I am in rough state right now.

I get along surprisingly well with Ulrika, my landlady. I have come to see so many great qualities in her during the time we have spent together. And I am getting quite sad about the fact that I am moving out and won’t be seeing her as much.
Still, I know it will be great to have my own place. To try and make a routine that will work for me and to spread my winds in this city.

To return to what my initial point was with all this though. As I have read through my old diary posts I have come to see how determined I have been about all this. Of course there were a couple of projects that I had to get rid of this year, for example that monologue didn’t happen. But it is alive and well and I will play it.

But over all I managed to write a lot, I worked my ass of as an artistic leader for a group that was so messy I tore my hair for the most part and didn’t think they liked me. Then I met a few of them in a clothing store up north, just before moving here, and they were ecstatic about my work. Telling me I had lit fires, opened their eyes, made them feel safe!

I long to do that again. I long to work and it feels good that I have been able to keep certain ideas and projects running in peoples minds even though we have been far away from each other. At a distance I have tented to what I know call my ‘home’ in this city. A social sphere of people I know cherish me, and I cherish them. Due to everything being a bit hectic since I got here, I haven’t had time to see them all. But I am really longing to see all of them soon. And bringing them together in my new home.

I guess I mostly started writing this post because I needed to spell it out for myself. To wrap my head around the fact that I am actually here, and I have made it possible to stay here. It is not a spur of luck, although a few things might have to do with luck or more so things coming together at just the right time to make my life work. I did, and I am keeping on doing it.

Anyhow, I should get that sleep now.
And for the record.
I did it- STEEEEINWWWAAAAAY!