Sunday Morning

Haven't written anything for a few days now. Figure i'll bring you up to pace. It's been one full week now here on my own, and I find that really hard to believe. I'm still really in culture shock, but I've started to have occasional moments of belonging amidst the feelings of alienation or outsiderness that seem inevitable. I feel a little less like I'm on vacation too which is good. But ummmm, as I feel more comfortable Its also kind of discouraging. The zing of everyday things like going to the store is fading, but I think as that sentiment vents it makes room for a more realistic experience and understanding of this crazy city. I've been hanging out with my roommates some and have gotten a chance to meet some of their friends. They're all real cool.

It's hard to display my emotional stock in snapshots.

On the more definite though, I've been exploring the city every day. I usually just go down to Norreport station and take the metro to a new stop, get off, walk around for a few hours, stop and have a filterkaffe and a danish and try to remember to not forget how to get home. I usually don't bring a map. I think if you NEED to get home, you will.

Went to a crazy danceclub/bar/concert venue last night called Vega. It was just super euro and thats the only way to do it justice, just euro. Met some new amigos though, which is good. Everyone is in the same boat and its really funny. It's like gradeschool again, except things like backpacks and 64 count Crayola booster boxes are no longer the deciding factors in your friendships. Everyone likes everyone, for now at least.

What else??? I don't know, I'm really not thinking straight today. My brain feels mucky. Maybe because I didn't go to bed until 5 am. Who knows.

KBYE