la vie, mon amour
je suis ici. maintenant. dès maintenant. c’est étrange, parfois il y a les moments, où, pour un instant, le monde se boulverse. on pense que c’est la fin, et puis, on réalise que, en fait, ce n’est pas du tout comme ça. la vie consiste vraiment des périodes. parfois on est content, parfois moins content, parfois triste. c’est comme ça, il faut l’accepter.
de toute façon. dans un mois, je serai à londres. je commencerai mes études à UCL. c’est vraiment boulversant. ça a été là ça fait deux ans, mais quand même, quand ça s’approche, on réalise que, eh, oui. je ne sais pas ce que je veux dire, mais, c’est positif, c’est sûr.
aujourd’hui, j’ai trouvé une librairie. je suis entré, et là, j’ai trouvé un livre avec des photos de paris. vieilles, assez nouvelles, fantastiques, formidables, ensorcelantes. je me suis laissé tomber. vous savez, j’ai noté qu’on apprécie les villes, les gens, les choses quotidiens plus quand on quitte un lieu. c’est étrange, je me demande si cette tendance d’embellir est universelle ou pas. je vais finir ici.
l’amour est tout.
yalla.
Au revoir. Almost.
Okey, so I am about to leave Norway. I have one subject left to have exams in. It feels okey, and I am not too stressed. Increasingly, I have become aware of the fact that I am leaving this place. Yesterday was one of those moments where you realise that it is happening. We were watching Eurovision Song Contest, which is, to be fair, really interesting and amusing at this place. Disregarding the result for Sweden, I still realised that at this point last year, my second-years had literally just left, and now I am sitting here watching the same program as a second-year.
Anyhow, I am really looking forward to all our grad parties. From Norway through Sweden and almost all the way down to Germany. Two weeks and x hours of train travelling and loads of nice parties. It’s going to be great. I will finish off with a picture from the last cabin party. In the picture are Mads, I, Lukas, Maria and Lucia.
OMG
I just realised. I am actually graduating in 16, soon 15 days. Of course it is not true that I just realised it, but in a sense it is. I have not until now really grasped it in a more concrete sense. It fills me with a sense of happiness, nostalgia and it makes me rather sentimental. Woah. I really don’t know how this is going to be. Life without UWC, it seems like it never would happen. But now it is. Right? We’ll have to work this out in some way.
The notion of home
So, this is supposed to be my first blog entry. How nice. I have to admit that I am actually quite excited over this thing about new blogs, and yes, I do like WordPress. It’s sophisticated without getting too boring. In this blog, I will write most entries in English, however, I will if there is something that concerns Sweden of course write in Swedish. Hopefully, I will in a years time or so also be able to produce something in French. I will write things on politics, language, society, architecture, music, my life and lots of other things.
Okey, so right now I am sitting on the ferry to Bergen, on my way home to Lidköping, my native town. Now, this is where it becomes complicated. I have now lived in the middle of nowhere in Norway on a boarding school for two years with schoolmates from literally all over the world, which has sort of destroyed my notion of where my home is. In fact, it has gone to the degree where I see myself having a home in some sort of vague transcendental international sphere, whatever that is. Of course, I will always in a sense see Lidköping as being my base, or whatever one may call it. You know, something you’ll always relate to in different ways. But still, it has gone to the point that any inclanation of even thinking about moving there again seems to be reducable to a ridicule.
Anyhow, it is nice to be on my way back. I feel like I need a break at this moment. Not that I am tired of studying, quite the opposite. It’s just that I need a break from the place, to get some new ideas and get some space. To be anonymous for once, how I ever thought that would happen in Lisch. Hah.
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