Me and Filippa started a tradition on meeting up once a week eating tortellinis (with feta cheese and sun dried tomatoes, gert lush!!) Other than that I spent the days on "the island" reading biographies by Jonas Gardell and the nights out on adventures. Sundsvall, trästock, canoeing, epa-flatbed, mates-concerts; good times, good times.
August/Augusti/Août
Went to the metropolis of Arvika for a couple of days, then spent about one week being confused about packing and around people I wouldn't see for months and months. On the 14th I left Sweden for England, it felt so surreal. Moved into dorms and during the last two weeks of the month I met a bunch of lovely lost people like my self, and it was so sad to part from them and never knowing if we'd meet again.
September/September/Septrembre
Arrived in my new hometown, fell slightly in love. Started exploring the city and getting to know my neighbours. Everything was quite new and exiting. Hanging out at College Green the whole saturday, wnt to the brisfest and some 6th form parties, saw my very first rugby game and understood nothing at all.
October/Oktober/Octobre
October started out with the super-hit "what's that colourthing in your face (motherfucker)?" and a lot of (too many?) evenings at Cock Ridge. Then the holidays came, with a trip to London, Halloween, Dojo's et cetera, and also we inaugurated "the empty street/alley" <3
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