I’m in Prague. My day yesterday was really nice. All the tourists at the castle were kind of over the top, but the Botanic Garden afterwards was incredibly calming, and almost completely empty, and made for a really nice stroll. I have nothing at all against Prague. I’m just –
– so fucking exhausted. And I don’t really know when that happened. I think I was fine when I left Belgrade, but then my phone got stolen and I had all that trouble with the train to Prague being more than two hours late and I had no way of contacting Martin and just having to be on my toes all the time. Maybe I’m not that fine with losing my phone anymore. Or then I’m just over-stuffed with seeing new places, experiencing new things. I’m sick of castles and museums – I would like to spend an entire day just sitting in the shade of a tree, reading a book. But the book I had was in my phone and for god’s sake, I’m in Prague! I can’t just sit here on Martin’s couch and waste the day away. I’ll just have to suck it up, get dressed and take my sore feet out on yet another city tour.
I’ve even checked if I could change my train ticket from Copenhagen to Stockholm to Saturday, but that would mean doubling the price of the ticket and I want to see Copenhagen, I really do, I’ve never been and I’ve heard it’s supposed to be awesome. It’s just, right now I can’t even seem to muster up the energy to go to the bathroom.
I’m homesick. I want to speak Swedish. I want to sleep in my own bed. I want to go home.
Katja Malmborg 