I’ve been home for a week now. I know, this is going to become confusing. I am not done with the travel stories, presently I’m writing on day 22. I will not be done for a couple of days yet. And I don’t want to confuse things by adding texts that are chronologically completely wrong. So, I will publish this once I’ve finished everything else, which means that the now here actually happened a couple of days ago. It’s Tuesday night, if that helps.
I’m at the summer house. Last Wednesday night, I got a fever. A very strange kind of fever, without the typical sore throat and nose issues. Just a fever, and the tingling ache in my entire body. It must have been the exhaustion from the trip, all that lack of sleep finally having caught up with me. But, excepting for those two days that it took for me to recover from the fever, I’ve been studying (glaciology, guys, life would be so easy if I wanted to become a glaciologist – but then, maybe that’s what it feels like with anything you could do, but don’t want to). Hanging out with mom, and on Saturday I met both Jenny and Kirke. But now I’m at the summer house and the plan is that I should get some rest too, beside the continued studying.
Well, this just became boring. I had some kind of plan with this post, I was going somewhere, but I don’t know anymore. I guess I’m too tired. I can’t think straight. So I’ll sleep now.
Katja Malmborg 