I feel like watching Spirited Away in bed, with a giant ice-cream bucket in my lap and Beo by my side. I´ve just turned 36 and, although I had a lovely birthday- flowers and champagne included- it was also tearful, with a touch of bitterness. I sat down for the first time with my soon to be ex-husband and we had a glass of wine, talking about old stuff and new stuff, like each other´s significant other, and it was so good and so absurd, it could have been a scene in one of these modern dramas.
Saying good-bye to Beo today is heart-breaking. I´ve had him for 12, 5 years and he´s been my anchor and the best companion. I´ve had to do lots of laundry on account of his mishaps, throw out three couches and pick up after him more times than I care to remember, but I wouldn´t have traded him for the world! He´s got more personality than many people I know and is always ready to cuddle, even if that means he has to scratch the door to pieces in pursuing that. He´s meowed at 3 am to be fed and pooped in bed when I brought the bf home for the first time, he´s peed in my new ballerinas and thrown up on my lingerie, but I love him to bits none the less. You can never be replaced, but knowing me, I´ll try, because being without a cat is like lacking a part of my soul.
How are you? Back from holidays and starting work again (like me)? I hope you´re rested and ready for a new start and that you don´t hate your job and feel like crying, the way I used to back when I was working at the bank. 
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Happiness is coffee in bed,
A kiss from your samoyed
And the sun winking at you
From the other side of the window.
Happiness is a rainy day
When you can stay tucked away
From the world
And read a love story.
We all seem to have
Our understanding of happines
And yet it eludes us most of the time-
Chasing for dreams
Bigger than we can carry
Or letting ourselves be sucked dry
By the dementors of the past.
Let go of me, darling
Let go of my soul,
Like I let go of yours,
So we can be happy again.
March, 2016
Back home to a frozen Oslo and minus 18, I can´t help but wishing I lived somewhere else entirely. I woke up this morning and had to literally race to the kitchen to make the fire, or else I wouldn´t be able to walk around without the duvet wrapped around me.
Anyways. Back to Rome. What a city! Maybe this is the way to see it, after all, not chase after experiences, like I probably did last time, but let go of all expectations and see where it takes you, what it has in store for you. I love being able to walk around with hasty steps, like I have a purpose, music in my ears, let my eyes linger on a building, smile at the sight of a balcony overgrown with plants, reminisce something from another lifetime, then suppress it with the reluctance of swallowing cough syrup.
There´s no snow here yet
It´s a wet December
And I find most things a drag.
I´m off to London in a bit,
I´ll get my big city fix
And maybe some drizzle to go.
I love London, though
It´s a friendly place
For drinks and people watching
For getting lost in the masses
And for letting go.
December, 2015
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