still breathing

It's been over a week ago now that friend M and I went on the big Thelma and Louise Tour. With the big difference that i wasnt escaping from a husband and boring life and for sure no raping and killing scenes we desided before we left.
Stacked allot of stuff in the trunk of mine car, squeesing all goodies in which i really didnt want to mis once in Denmark. I really had to leave the box with food and for sure the big monster printer was not flexibel enough to stick into the little open space behind the five boxes, not to be helpede. But I could take four coats and mine guitar.So no complaining at all.
We fixed two bikes on the twinny load and made sure we were well prepared. With the Pixies as company, bright blue sky and a warm comforting shining sun, it was just the right atmoshere to leave good old Rotterdam.

And here I am now, Denmark, Billund, Gravenhojle, the Highlander...my new life!!! The golden tip, just live your life, spins through my head everyday,
my pearl white laptop hasnt been untouched for one day up to now,
waking up next to Bas every day is so nice and warm,
the inns and outs of Lego stuff so boring by times but intressting most of the time,
a week full of sun and snow the best welcome i could wish for,
sauna time after swimming time so relaxing,
joga time in the morning it nice to be in contact with my mind and body ,
time to feel free to create how happy i am with the one realy cool pictured i made,
unsecure feelings about furture things makes me feel sad and dweepy,
dreams about saying goodbye to all friends and family over and over again,
a crowed of new people to meet and to hang out with,
new sounds in the morning,
no sounds during the day,
skyping with friends,
drinking tea with L our english flatmate,
he windy rainy grey days reminds me of my dads grummpy complains about Hartlepool,
laughing, arguing and messing around with Bas and falling in love over and over again,
sudden tears in the Highlander (aka The huillander),
the househunting thing a bit stessfull on times,
daily walks down town (not knowing wether i should go left or right this time),
our little walks on the hay,
touring around the countryside;
figuring out the prices and food in the supermarket,
chilling out watching dvd-s,
and endless little and big talks with Bas (makes me feel home again).

I am here just over a week now and i think i am living a pretty nice life and for sure slowly it will become my life.

time ticks

Oeps suddenly time is ticking away. Just one more week ill be a proud citicient of Rotterdam. Just one more weekend to enjoy rotterdam. What must i do, go on a sentimental tour with some friends. Go to all the places i lived my life. Go to all the spots wich are stuck on some good memories make pictures so i dont need any words...Should i forget about all the spots i dont want to be reminded of anymore, where i disbehaved, lets keep those for the ghost in the cubboard. Hmm im really ready to go i guess, because i dont feel an erge to hop on my bike and do the big tour. Been there...
But feel an big erge to know how it all will go on with my friends and how we will contact in the future. It's a pitty there is no big future tour to go on. It will tell while the time keeps on ticking.