Markus’s street in the 7 o’clock Monday mist.
We crossed the bridge. The big bridge. Öresundsbron. The fields and cities of Skåne were replaced by the Småland forests and meadows with cows. I guess I should go through my photos or write stuff for the blog, but I didn’t sleep well last night (I was worried that Markus’ phone wouldn’t wake me up and that Markus wouldn’t wake either and that I would miss my train and when would I be able to return home then?) and I just want to read the easy, entertaining fantasy novel about a group of teenage witches in a small central Swedish town. I feel that it’s OK if I postpone everything. To tomorrow. Everything. Going through my photos. Writing about the rest of my trip for the blog. Studying for the glaciology paper I have to turn in in three weeks. Worrying over the fact that I’ve managed to double-book myself during the last week of August: I’m supposed to be up in the north at the glacier research station at the same time as the introductory week for the Master’s program starts. How was I supposed to know that the Master’s program, that I didn’t even think I would get accepted to, starts one week before the fall term officially begins? I’ve already paid for the accommodation and transportation to the glacier research station. Why can’t things just work out for once? Why can’t I just have everything I want? I don’t think climbing on a glacier and still making it to the Master’s program introduction is too much to ask.
There is something wrong with the couch I’m sitting in, because it shakes almost all the time, as if there was pebbles on the rails, or something creating irregular friction. Or something. I don’t know what could make a train couch shake. I just know it’s annoying.
The woman sitting next to me has a terrible cold to. Her constant coughing and sneezing and blowing her nose is starting to annoy me too. Better just return to the excitement of the book.
The escalators at the Skarpnäck tube station. Soon, I’ll be home!
Katja Malmborg 