Being single isn't all that bad after all. I kind of enjoy the freedom of talking, looking and flirting. Like last night at dinner when I had a very handsome man at a table next to me who I kept getting eye contact with. Yes of course I'd like to be in a Sex and the city world where that man comes by to ask for my number at the end of the evening. But face it, I live in Stockholm and right now, I'm not that gorgeous.
Ever since my relationship ended, the thing I've fallen back on is that I've at least felt good about myself body wise. Like I've mentioned in earlier posts, I've had some trouble with self image, eating, exercising too much and those sorts of things. However, without noticing I lost some weight right around all this drama. So as I entered the single girl's world, I was down a couple of pounds and just felt more like myself and content for once. Halleluia! Being without those destructive thoughts, really has been a blessing, and I want to continue living like that.
BUT. And this is a big but. Actually a big butT, because due to a certain picture I've seen (at least I think that's what brought me back down to earth), I'm now back to very destructive chain of thoughts. My mission to just enjoy life, eat what I want during the summer, to later fall back into more healthy and regular habits, has failed. I'm NOT indifferent to the weight I've put on this summer because of my bad work hours, party nights and generous parents. I'm now back to wanting to shield myself from the world, skipping meals, not go to parties and just disappear. Or have lipo on my tummy and cut off about five inches from my hips. Take your pick.
Tonight I'm supposed to attend a party that I've been looking forward to for a while, I'm leaving for NYC in three days, and tomorrow I have a wedding to go to. Thus the social schedule is packed. As of right now I'd almost rather skip all of this, crawl into bed and just hide. I don't want to show people what I've let become of my body, and I know I'm crazy, because I'm nowhere close to overweight. But I don't feel like myself, I don't feel pretty, and I know that if I don't feel pretty, I'll not radiate self confidence and pretty and nobody will think I am any of those things, and I'm back to being boring.
I just pray I'll get out of this circle of thoughts fast. I've loved not thinking of what food I put into my mouth, wearing clothes that fit somewhat tight and still feel good and feeling like the exercising I'm doing is paying off. Life's for living, not counting calories..
torsdag 31 juli 2008
Singing with my grandmother
On Tuesday my dad and I did quite the road trip. We started up in Uppsala, about an hour's drive north of Stockholm. Then we went down to see my grandmother, about three hours' south of Stockholm, and then to see my friend in a performance about one hour south of my grandmother. And then all the way back again.
This post is going to be about the visiting my grandmother part. She's living in a town/city called Jönköping, and she's done so all my life. When I was a kid, she and my grandfather lived in a little house that I used to love. We celebrated many Christmases there, and coming there always meant being splurged. It always smelled of my grandmother's rolls, or meat balls. And in the morning my grandfather would always have oat meal with raisins, and coffee with some sort of sweetener that wasn't sugar. My sister and I would play with my aunts' old dolls, with the big chairs in the living room. This was also the house where I encountered my favorite movie of all times "The Sound of Music" for the first time. My grandparents' house was also always filled with music. My grandmother loved when we sang or played for her, and every summer, she and I would go down to the swings by there cottage to swing and sing for hours.
After my grandfather passed, my grandmother moved away from the house to an apartment, and here's when she started getting old. Now she's had to move again since she's no longer capable of maintaining an every day life. The aging has accelerated accompanied with a very pronounced Altzheimer's disease. She no longer recognizes any of us and her speech is incomprehensible. The words come out correctly, she doesn't stutter or hesitate. But the sentences just don't make sense. She's still in perfect shape physically as opposed to many of the other people on her floor, but her head just isn't there.
While my dad and I were driving down to see her, he filled me in on some updates on her current health status. I hadn't been down there for a long time, since I can't go myself, and my dad's and my schedule never co-operate. He told me she's refused to eat and drink for a while, and that she might have to be hospitalized because of this. No wonder I was nervous as we entered the elderly home.
When we walked through the doors of her floor, she stood up. I went over to her, hugged her and made sure I said "Hi Grandma". She looked at me, so pleased, but I don't think she'd any clue of who I was. But I guess she felt that this was somebody who cared for her. Then she looked at my dad, whose picture is on her night stand. She evidently recognized him but it came out as "Oh, my brother!".
The three of us walked in to her room. She guided me around and we looked at all the pictures. I pointed at some and said "That's me" and she looked and me and said something that didn't make sense back. But I think I knew what she meant, if that's possible. Then we tricked her into eating ice-cream and drinking lemonade. I guess her refusal to eat only had to do with hating to eat alone. Her favorite nurses had been on vacation, and my grandmother's always had a great integrity and a bit of a hard time letting other people in.
So there we sat, my dad, my grandmother and I. When we'd finished our ice-cream cones, my dad tuned grandma's guitar and started to sing and play an old song. I joined in, and here's the reason why I'm telling you all this, so did my grandmother. The little lady beside me, who hadn't said one thing that made sense in an hour, started singing. And it turns out she still knows the lyrics and the melodies of all the songs she and I sung on the swings when I was only a couple years old. All the songs my dad sung in church when he was little. She knows them better than we do. How is this possible?
It just really shows what I've suspected for a long long time. That music, is much more powerful than we think. I hope I'll have time to come down and sing with her again, just as we did on the swings every summer. For me, this was really a precious day.
This post is going to be about the visiting my grandmother part. She's living in a town/city called Jönköping, and she's done so all my life. When I was a kid, she and my grandfather lived in a little house that I used to love. We celebrated many Christmases there, and coming there always meant being splurged. It always smelled of my grandmother's rolls, or meat balls. And in the morning my grandfather would always have oat meal with raisins, and coffee with some sort of sweetener that wasn't sugar. My sister and I would play with my aunts' old dolls, with the big chairs in the living room. This was also the house where I encountered my favorite movie of all times "The Sound of Music" for the first time. My grandparents' house was also always filled with music. My grandmother loved when we sang or played for her, and every summer, she and I would go down to the swings by there cottage to swing and sing for hours.
After my grandfather passed, my grandmother moved away from the house to an apartment, and here's when she started getting old. Now she's had to move again since she's no longer capable of maintaining an every day life. The aging has accelerated accompanied with a very pronounced Altzheimer's disease. She no longer recognizes any of us and her speech is incomprehensible. The words come out correctly, she doesn't stutter or hesitate. But the sentences just don't make sense. She's still in perfect shape physically as opposed to many of the other people on her floor, but her head just isn't there.
While my dad and I were driving down to see her, he filled me in on some updates on her current health status. I hadn't been down there for a long time, since I can't go myself, and my dad's and my schedule never co-operate. He told me she's refused to eat and drink for a while, and that she might have to be hospitalized because of this. No wonder I was nervous as we entered the elderly home.
When we walked through the doors of her floor, she stood up. I went over to her, hugged her and made sure I said "Hi Grandma". She looked at me, so pleased, but I don't think she'd any clue of who I was. But I guess she felt that this was somebody who cared for her. Then she looked at my dad, whose picture is on her night stand. She evidently recognized him but it came out as "Oh, my brother!".
The three of us walked in to her room. She guided me around and we looked at all the pictures. I pointed at some and said "That's me" and she looked and me and said something that didn't make sense back. But I think I knew what she meant, if that's possible. Then we tricked her into eating ice-cream and drinking lemonade. I guess her refusal to eat only had to do with hating to eat alone. Her favorite nurses had been on vacation, and my grandmother's always had a great integrity and a bit of a hard time letting other people in.
So there we sat, my dad, my grandmother and I. When we'd finished our ice-cream cones, my dad tuned grandma's guitar and started to sing and play an old song. I joined in, and here's the reason why I'm telling you all this, so did my grandmother. The little lady beside me, who hadn't said one thing that made sense in an hour, started singing. And it turns out she still knows the lyrics and the melodies of all the songs she and I sung on the swings when I was only a couple years old. All the songs my dad sung in church when he was little. She knows them better than we do. How is this possible?
It just really shows what I've suspected for a long long time. That music, is much more powerful than we think. I hope I'll have time to come down and sing with her again, just as we did on the swings every summer. For me, this was really a precious day.
måndag 28 juli 2008
Off work
Yesterday was one of the worst days ever at work. After having had a very enjoyable evening (read night and morning) with some close friends, I have to admit that a tad of Sangria and dancing was involved, needless to say, I wasn't feeling up for going to work when the alarm went of about 5 hours after I set it. I did though, as the reliable worker I am, and with big shades to cover my eyes, I biked off to work.
At work, there was nobody. And I mean nobody when I say nobody. The weather was brilliant. I don't remember when Stockholm has been under such a blue sky and warm sun before. So WHO is up for cinnamon rolls, or loafs of bread in a big, super hot Galleria where there's no AC?! Well, the occasional tourist who've read in his or her guide book that Swedish cinnamon rolls are something really special. But that's IT!
So there I stood, for 7 hours. Around 12 I usually get a lunch break, but apparently not today. And, to spice things up a bit, the cash register was broken, so I couldn't lock it, and thus, couldn't even run down to the bath room down stairs. Of course, this is so illegal, but I've learnt not to complain.. What a GREAT day for being a little hung over at work. Nothing to do, no bath room, and no lunch, and no customers.
I decided to use my friends to get through the day, so I gave them the number at work, so they could call and I'd have someone to talk to. Because, I absolutely not allowed to speak on my cell at work. And well, finally it was 5.30.
So, this day, when I'm off work, and the sun is still shining, I'll just be happy. It's too hot to be anywhere really so I'm thinking I'll just get in the shower, wet my hair and lay out in a park reading for a bit. I'm really behind on my reading for this summer, which is sad since I usually catch up on my reading during the summer. But I haven't really had any real down time this year at all, so I need to get it going!
At work, there was nobody. And I mean nobody when I say nobody. The weather was brilliant. I don't remember when Stockholm has been under such a blue sky and warm sun before. So WHO is up for cinnamon rolls, or loafs of bread in a big, super hot Galleria where there's no AC?! Well, the occasional tourist who've read in his or her guide book that Swedish cinnamon rolls are something really special. But that's IT!
So there I stood, for 7 hours. Around 12 I usually get a lunch break, but apparently not today. And, to spice things up a bit, the cash register was broken, so I couldn't lock it, and thus, couldn't even run down to the bath room down stairs. Of course, this is so illegal, but I've learnt not to complain.. What a GREAT day for being a little hung over at work. Nothing to do, no bath room, and no lunch, and no customers.
I decided to use my friends to get through the day, so I gave them the number at work, so they could call and I'd have someone to talk to. Because, I absolutely not allowed to speak on my cell at work. And well, finally it was 5.30.
So, this day, when I'm off work, and the sun is still shining, I'll just be happy. It's too hot to be anywhere really so I'm thinking I'll just get in the shower, wet my hair and lay out in a park reading for a bit. I'm really behind on my reading for this summer, which is sad since I usually catch up on my reading during the summer. But I haven't really had any real down time this year at all, so I need to get it going!
lördag 26 juli 2008
A summer's night
This week one of my absolute best friends came back to Sweden after quite a while abroad. We decided to celebrate that by a small gathering at her house outside of Stockholm. According to me, this became the ultimate summer night.
First of all, we were all close friends who've hung out together since high-school. I felt more relaxed and more like myself than I've done in a while, and that was a fantastic sensation that I'd almost forgotten about.
Anyways, we sat in her garden as the sun set. Had a simple dinner of pasta salad and broccoli, some wine and diet coke. (As that's S's and my favorite drink) Chatted away, discussed old times, old music, new times, new music, future times.
Later, after a few more glasses of wine. We went down to the lake close to her house, took a ridiculous amount of stupid pictures and topped it all of by skinny dipping in the almost luke warm water.
Then, back in her house, we rummaged around in the very back of the cabinets to find crackers and cookies, made tea, snuggled up all together on the couch to watch Alladin. Just like a bunch of 7-year-olds.
And I smiled all the way to work the next day, although the rest of the party was still sleeping, the sun was shining, and that I have a million obligations coming up fairly soon. Friends really are why we live.
First of all, we were all close friends who've hung out together since high-school. I felt more relaxed and more like myself than I've done in a while, and that was a fantastic sensation that I'd almost forgotten about.
Anyways, we sat in her garden as the sun set. Had a simple dinner of pasta salad and broccoli, some wine and diet coke. (As that's S's and my favorite drink) Chatted away, discussed old times, old music, new times, new music, future times.
Later, after a few more glasses of wine. We went down to the lake close to her house, took a ridiculous amount of stupid pictures and topped it all of by skinny dipping in the almost luke warm water.
Then, back in her house, we rummaged around in the very back of the cabinets to find crackers and cookies, made tea, snuggled up all together on the couch to watch Alladin. Just like a bunch of 7-year-olds.
And I smiled all the way to work the next day, although the rest of the party was still sleeping, the sun was shining, and that I have a million obligations coming up fairly soon. Friends really are why we live.
torsdag 24 juli 2008
Apartment hunting
I'm writing today from the jungle that has become of the search for accomodations in Uppsala. In Stockholm, there are almost no rentals in this day and age. Private landlords sell out their real estate, and thus rentals become more scarce every day. The chances of finding somewhere to live within your first year of looking are very slim, unless you happen to own a million or two and have the means to buy an apartment. And people like me, who're embarking on their big journey of about 6 years as a student, generally don't have all that money, and we're not really who the bank dreams of giving a loan either.
This is why, when I stumbled upon a first hand contract in September of last year without even having started looking, I was utterly pleased. That my tiny little "cabinet" of 24 sqaure meters is situated in the very heart of Stockholm doesn't make it much worse.
So how ironic isn't it that I have to move out of this wonderful place after a mere six months of living here?! Instead I'm to move to Uppsala. Theoretically I could commute every morning. It's only a 40 minutes' train ride away and a lot of people live in Stockholm and work in Uppsala and vice versa. But Uppsala is your archetypal "students' town" with Swedish student traditions of hundreds of years like dinners, parties, songs, hazing etc. And if you're aiming for becoming a part of all this, which I am, it's really a drag to be forced to watch the last train back to Stockholm every night. SO, I'm apartment hunting.
The municipality of Uppsala claims that it's not particularily hard to find a place to live as a student. I guess it depends on what you call a place to live.. There are tons of companies (www.studentstaden.se) societies (http://www.uppsalastudentkar.nu/bostadsjour) and fraternity like organizations (www.snerike.se) that provide housings for their members. There are apartments that are available only for students, dorms etc., and I guess the town of Uppsala is very proud of this because they keep sending me post-cards with this information.
For the past month I've been a very frequent viewer of all these web-sites, deperately trying to find some place where I can at least put my bed. I've been on all the sites recommended, and I'm telling you, it's NOT that easy to find a place. According to the waiting lists to get a decent room somewhere, one should've planned to move about 3 years ago. I thought I was early when I signed up in Feb...
So panic, or well that's a little overly dramatic, but anxiety related feelings surfaced because of all this. Especially when I got my formal acceptance letter that stressed the point that "You should by all means settle your living situation before commencing your studies since you'll practically have no time that you'll be able to devote to anything but studying once the semester starts". Thank you! Then they listed the very same web-sites yet again. Thank you! The lines are still long, and the problem still remains.
But I'm starting to see a hint of light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully, and this really is only hopefully because I don't quite believe this will happen, one of my friends who's already been in Uppsala for some time, will study somewhere else for a year a sublet her dorm room to me. Inofficially of course. And since the location is perfect, the facilities just newly renovated and restored, this would truly be the perfect catch. Living in a "corridor" as we call living in the dorms, would also be a splendid way for me to meet with some people who're not in med-school. And I'd think that to be a nothing but a positive addition to my Uppsala life.
So I'm keeping my fingers crossed, my eyes open wide and I'll most certainly touch this subject soon again.
This is why, when I stumbled upon a first hand contract in September of last year without even having started looking, I was utterly pleased. That my tiny little "cabinet" of 24 sqaure meters is situated in the very heart of Stockholm doesn't make it much worse.
So how ironic isn't it that I have to move out of this wonderful place after a mere six months of living here?! Instead I'm to move to Uppsala. Theoretically I could commute every morning. It's only a 40 minutes' train ride away and a lot of people live in Stockholm and work in Uppsala and vice versa. But Uppsala is your archetypal "students' town" with Swedish student traditions of hundreds of years like dinners, parties, songs, hazing etc. And if you're aiming for becoming a part of all this, which I am, it's really a drag to be forced to watch the last train back to Stockholm every night. SO, I'm apartment hunting.
The municipality of Uppsala claims that it's not particularily hard to find a place to live as a student. I guess it depends on what you call a place to live.. There are tons of companies (www.studentstaden.se) societies (http://www.uppsalastudentkar.nu/bostadsjour) and fraternity like organizations (www.snerike.se) that provide housings for their members. There are apartments that are available only for students, dorms etc., and I guess the town of Uppsala is very proud of this because they keep sending me post-cards with this information.
For the past month I've been a very frequent viewer of all these web-sites, deperately trying to find some place where I can at least put my bed. I've been on all the sites recommended, and I'm telling you, it's NOT that easy to find a place. According to the waiting lists to get a decent room somewhere, one should've planned to move about 3 years ago. I thought I was early when I signed up in Feb...
So panic, or well that's a little overly dramatic, but anxiety related feelings surfaced because of all this. Especially when I got my formal acceptance letter that stressed the point that "You should by all means settle your living situation before commencing your studies since you'll practically have no time that you'll be able to devote to anything but studying once the semester starts". Thank you! Then they listed the very same web-sites yet again. Thank you! The lines are still long, and the problem still remains.
But I'm starting to see a hint of light at the end of the tunnel. Hopefully, and this really is only hopefully because I don't quite believe this will happen, one of my friends who's already been in Uppsala for some time, will study somewhere else for a year a sublet her dorm room to me. Inofficially of course. And since the location is perfect, the facilities just newly renovated and restored, this would truly be the perfect catch. Living in a "corridor" as we call living in the dorms, would also be a splendid way for me to meet with some people who're not in med-school. And I'd think that to be a nothing but a positive addition to my Uppsala life.
So I'm keeping my fingers crossed, my eyes open wide and I'll most certainly touch this subject soon again.
onsdag 23 juli 2008
The art of loving
Last night I read an article in a daily Swedish newspaper. It was bringing up the issue that Swedish people generally have a hard time loving themselves. I could nothing but agree with that. At the end of the article there was an unanswered question directed to the readers wondering why we have such a hard time loving ourselves. Here's my story.
I've been in love before. I love my family, I'd die for my sister, and I have certain friends that I'd definitely say I love. I've loved toys as a child, I've loved to dance, I still love to sing, to travel, to eat good foods, to watch the sunset. I'd even say I love going for walks. So, I don't have a hard time loving things. Despite all this, I can't seem to learn how to truly love myself.
When I was in elementary school I always came in second. I had a friend who was always the most popular girl in school. She was cuter, funner and just more seen than I was. As I passed on to middle school, I ended up in a class where the hierarchy was extremely pronounced. I could probably still list all the girls in my class and what "rank" they had. Obviously I wasn't among the top five. I was doing well in school, had ugly teeth, didn't drink - all of which were things that were frowned upon.
Hence I wasn't liked. I'd not say I was bullied, but I wasn't liked. I constantly felt that I needed to prove myself to all these people. So I turned to eating disorders of various types, because if I were skinnier, I'd be cuter and hotter and maybe they'd like me? But it never worked, so I kept going and going.
I also made a thing out of becoming a straight A student. Because, if I weren't hot, I'd at least be intelligent, and people would turn to me with questions about school. And what better way to prove this than to never ever fail at anything?
I'm still carrying all of this with me. I've proved my worth through achievments and approvals since the age of 10, and the only time I feel I am OK, is when somebody else tells me that I am You can imagine what being ditched by the guy you love does to a person like me, which is one of the reasons this spring has been a little difficult.
So what does one do to start loving oneself? To think that one is enough no matter what the relflexion in the mirror shows or what you score on a test? I'm working hard on figuring this out, and I hope that my moving to Uppsala will be a good start.
I've been in love before. I love my family, I'd die for my sister, and I have certain friends that I'd definitely say I love. I've loved toys as a child, I've loved to dance, I still love to sing, to travel, to eat good foods, to watch the sunset. I'd even say I love going for walks. So, I don't have a hard time loving things. Despite all this, I can't seem to learn how to truly love myself.
When I was in elementary school I always came in second. I had a friend who was always the most popular girl in school. She was cuter, funner and just more seen than I was. As I passed on to middle school, I ended up in a class where the hierarchy was extremely pronounced. I could probably still list all the girls in my class and what "rank" they had. Obviously I wasn't among the top five. I was doing well in school, had ugly teeth, didn't drink - all of which were things that were frowned upon.
Hence I wasn't liked. I'd not say I was bullied, but I wasn't liked. I constantly felt that I needed to prove myself to all these people. So I turned to eating disorders of various types, because if I were skinnier, I'd be cuter and hotter and maybe they'd like me? But it never worked, so I kept going and going.
I also made a thing out of becoming a straight A student. Because, if I weren't hot, I'd at least be intelligent, and people would turn to me with questions about school. And what better way to prove this than to never ever fail at anything?
I'm still carrying all of this with me. I've proved my worth through achievments and approvals since the age of 10, and the only time I feel I am OK, is when somebody else tells me that I am You can imagine what being ditched by the guy you love does to a person like me, which is one of the reasons this spring has been a little difficult.
So what does one do to start loving oneself? To think that one is enough no matter what the relflexion in the mirror shows or what you score on a test? I'm working hard on figuring this out, and I hope that my moving to Uppsala will be a good start.
söndag 20 juli 2008
Doing nothing
I would say I'm a very active person. I don't like just sitting around doing nothing for too long. During the past semester I danced three times a week, went two the gym at least twice a week, I bike everywhere, work, study and sing in a competitive and ambitious choir . This may sound like a lot, and it is. It's also the reason why, now that it's summer, I take any chance I get to just do nothing.
My parents have a country house about an hour's drive from Stockholm. It's very quiet. And I mean really quiet. Actually dead quiet if you count out the occational shouts from the community beach and boats that float by.
This property is the ultimate relaxing place. Nothing happens here. You get up in the morning, have breakfast, go for a walk, lay out in the sun reading, listening to the radio, have lunch, lay out in the sun some more, watch TV at night and then go to bed. It gets boring after a while, but when we're talking about a weekend, this is bliss.
Usually I'm very concered with eating healthily. I was overly concerned before but I have a more sane approach now. Now all I want is to look good, have the energy to work out, and not clog up my arteries. Fair enough.
But when you're here, you can't care about any of this. Here you just exist. Have ice-cream when you want to, have chocolate when you crave it and most of all, you don't move. You're on your deck chair, you fall in and out of sleep and you breathe. And it's so good for you. Maybe not if you do it for weeks at a time, but for a couple of days, I call it rejuvenation and recuperation. When you get back to reality with all it's stressors, you can take so much more. Your muscles can take more once they've been allowed to rest for a while. It's like you regenerate energy for months at a time by doing just nothing.
Once I become a doctor, I'll make sure I prescribe "do nothing" a lot. I think it can cure a whole lot of things. Especially when we live the way we do these days.
My parents have a country house about an hour's drive from Stockholm. It's very quiet. And I mean really quiet. Actually dead quiet if you count out the occational shouts from the community beach and boats that float by.
This property is the ultimate relaxing place. Nothing happens here. You get up in the morning, have breakfast, go for a walk, lay out in the sun reading, listening to the radio, have lunch, lay out in the sun some more, watch TV at night and then go to bed. It gets boring after a while, but when we're talking about a weekend, this is bliss.
Usually I'm very concered with eating healthily. I was overly concerned before but I have a more sane approach now. Now all I want is to look good, have the energy to work out, and not clog up my arteries. Fair enough.
But when you're here, you can't care about any of this. Here you just exist. Have ice-cream when you want to, have chocolate when you crave it and most of all, you don't move. You're on your deck chair, you fall in and out of sleep and you breathe. And it's so good for you. Maybe not if you do it for weeks at a time, but for a couple of days, I call it rejuvenation and recuperation. When you get back to reality with all it's stressors, you can take so much more. Your muscles can take more once they've been allowed to rest for a while. It's like you regenerate energy for months at a time by doing just nothing.
Once I become a doctor, I'll make sure I prescribe "do nothing" a lot. I think it can cure a whole lot of things. Especially when we live the way we do these days.
lördag 19 juli 2008
Back in business
So this is where I've succumbed to start blogging again. My life is off to a brand new start, and I've decided to write about it here.
So what has happened and what will this blog be about?
1. I'm a single girl now, with all that that encompasses. It's been a tumultous couple of months filled with heart ache, flirtatious summer nights, self-esteem doubts, bikini anxiety and a lot of fun. Inspired by SATC, I'm on my own, 21 and happy to be free to look wherever I want to. I'm sure some of my posts will be about this.
2. I'm also finally in med-school. My dream has come true, and I'll start school in Uppsala on Sept. 1st. This will definitely be a life altering experience that I've waited for since I was 17. My struggling with studying, finding a place to live etc. will all be covered here.
3. I'm still me. Singing, dancing and going to the gym. Without these things I don't function, and of course, I'll talk about that too. About my health believes and
So welcome to my new phase in life!
So what has happened and what will this blog be about?
1. I'm a single girl now, with all that that encompasses. It's been a tumultous couple of months filled with heart ache, flirtatious summer nights, self-esteem doubts, bikini anxiety and a lot of fun. Inspired by SATC, I'm on my own, 21 and happy to be free to look wherever I want to. I'm sure some of my posts will be about this.
2. I'm also finally in med-school. My dream has come true, and I'll start school in Uppsala on Sept. 1st. This will definitely be a life altering experience that I've waited for since I was 17. My struggling with studying, finding a place to live etc. will all be covered here.
3. I'm still me. Singing, dancing and going to the gym. Without these things I don't function, and of course, I'll talk about that too. About my health believes and
So welcome to my new phase in life!
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