Got an offer today to go on a roadtrip through Morocco, via Spain through Portugal and to England. It sounds so tempting. But that would mean that I’ll be going on sunday, after only spending a week here.
It’s an adventure I just can’t miss out on however the whole point of this trip was to find myself, my own path and to be comfortable with me and being on my own.
My host is a wonderful guy who I really like (person like not like-like) but he’s so buzy; going to work at 06.30am and comes home at around 10pm. With maybe a short, stressed pitstop in the middle of the day. He works 6 days a week. Perfect for being alone but I can’t help but feel like I’m somewhat in the way. (Maybe that’s the Swedish mentality)
By going on the roadtrip I’ll be meeting a whole new set of ppl. Getting to know myself a little bit through them. And that’s also a good way.
Gah, I really don’t know what to choose really! (Although everything points on the roadtrip)
Day three gets alot of photos. The dogs that lives here where I’m staying. So much love in these guys. Incredible. These guys makes me soo happy
To my fellow nominees. I’m so proud to stand alongside you and to the Academy. Thank you.
In 1971. Bossier City, Louisiana. A teenage girl finds out she’s pregnant with her second child. She’s a high school drop out. A single mom. But against all odds, she manages to make a better life for herself and her children. She teaches them to be creative. To work hard. And reach for the impossible. That girl is my mother and she’s here tonight. Mom, I love you thank you for teaching me to dream.
To my brother, Shannon. Thank you for sharing the incredible adventure with me that is Thirty Seconds To Mars. You are a true artist and the best big brother in the world.
To all the dreamers around the world watching this right now, from the Ukraine to Venezuela – We think of you as you struggle to bring to life the dreams that fill your heart. The impossible is possible, and we believe.
To the amazing Focus Features, Jean Marc. Matthew. Jennifer. The entire Dallas Buyers team. Mick Sullivan. Jim Toth. Robin Baum. Jason Weinberg. Emma Ludbrook and Cali Adams. Thank you for the faith.
This is for the 36 million brave souls who lost their lives to AIDS.
And to anyone who ever felt injustice because of who they are or who they love. Tonight, I stand before the world, with you and for you.
Today (day 2) was an even simpler one. To read a good book with the sound of people talking (but for me it’s just a mumble) and the sound of waves around me. That is what makes me happy
So I accepted the greatest challenge of them all. To each day post things that make you happy, for 100 days. Starting today. First thing, is what I’ve done today. Doing laundry. The chore itself is not the funniest. But the smell of fresch laundry and the satisfaction of clean clothes tops alot of things. I always smell the clothes directly when I open the washing machine. The smell is lovely.
After a looong journey I finally got here yesterday at 7pm. I spend my first evening in my own paradise lying on the terrasse looking at the stars. The sky here has more stars than we ever can imagine!
And my first day here I spent either sleeping in the sun on the terrasse or sleeping in the bed (‘cause the sun can get really hot)
What can I say, the perfect day!
Tomorrow I’m gonna spend the morning applying for jobs and studying a bit chemistry and the afternoon is gonna be spent at the beach, enjoying ever second.
But that’s tomorrow. Right now I’m just enjoying my company and enjoying the fact that I did this!!
“Twitter, where it’s okey for middleaged men to follow 15 year old schoolgirls”
– Me, bored out of my mind on Gardemoen Airport.
Been sitting at one of the airports cafeterias now for almost two hours. And in that time I’ve started two bookprojects. Didn’t know that about me. That I a) wanted to write books b) could be inspired enough.
This trip starts of well. Except for the fact that I’m starving but don’t wanna leave my seat.. AND that I only have 2 hrs free surf.. (1,5hrs left) and my plane doesn’t take off for another 4 hrs.
I have discovered that I have no problem just being alone and quiet. Even without music (but now the music is back, need to switch focus from growling stomach)
I realise that I have no idea what to expect when I land. Except for a long line to the passportcontrol and hopefully and big red suitcase rolling up to me.
But when I step out of the taxi, in the middle of Morocco, I have no idea what’s waiting for me. I don’t know how warm the welcome will be or if there’s even gonna be a welcome. I don’t know. And at the same time as that freaks the hell out of my controlling side (which is basically 90%) I’m happy that I don’t know and can’t do anything about it.
But first I have to survive the wait in Oslo and in the meantime I’m gonna do smth about the hunger.
Btw, at 7.40 am I spotted a couple of men drinking beer and at 8.35 am I saw a group of women zipping on wine. The Norwegians take their vacations seriously
With The American Dollar in my ears I’m now on the bus on my way to Norway and Oslo. Tomorrow early early morning I’ll be arriving and then it’s of to Gardemoen Airport for a couple of hrs of “what can u do on an airport??” before taking off to Al Massira airport.
On the other side of the isle a girl is developing a cold. She just got back to Sweden from a 4 month stay on the Canary Islands.
The two of us are the pure definition of irony. She’s thrilled to be back and loving every little piece of Sweden that she sees. At the same time I’m smiling at every little piece of Sweden I see ‘cause I know this is the last time in a while that I get to see them. She is happy to be home. I’m happy to get away.
Now Hoffmaestro’s So Do You came on. And I’m miming the whole song through.
I’m more happy now that I’m on my way than I’ve been for a long time.
I know in my heart and soul that I do the right thing.
(just wish u knew it too S)
In 7 days I’m back in Morocco. The butterflies are going CRAZY in my stomach just thinking about it. I have no idea what’s gonna happen when I’m there. And I have no idea how long I’ll be there. But I miss Morocco and Taghazout soooo much!!