There is a certain kind of madness that comes with immobility and uncertainty. The knowledge that I really need and want to move, to get out, to work – but I can’t, because the license plate on our car is red. I have plenty to do, articles to read and whatnot, but it’s like something’s crawling all over my body. We’re stuck in a hotel. I feel stuck in my head too.
And watching people’s lives go on on my Facebook feed doesn’t make things better. I’ve only been gone two weeks, and nothing is different. (Not that anyone would write ”Katja wasn’t at uni today” as an update – but being in this bubble makes me completely lose perspective.) People don’t answer e-mails right away and I feel completely forgotten. Forgotten is also the fact that until yesterday, there were several e-mails from friends that I hadn’t answered for at least a week. I did say I’m losing a small piece of my mind.
But a butterfly came to visit me while I was working today.
And watching two episodes of Community with Elli, introducing this incredible piece of entertainment to her, while eating the Gott&Blandat candy that my supervisor left with us to give to someone as a gift, but that we now felt that we deserved to eat ourselves, made the crazy take a step down. It’s essential with these buoy of pop culture in the endless sea of obstacles.
We can’t leave the hotel tomorrow either.
Katja Malmborg 