November 1st, 1997

Moving right along

Moving always makes me nostalgic. It makes me wonder whether I'll ever see the place I live in now in the same light again (I won't) and whether things will be alright at the new place (they will), and most of all, if it'll signify any other changes in my life (I hope it will). Come monday, I'll be moving to Örebro, the nearby city, and be living with my brothers Daniel and Daniel, although one of them is just kinda unofficially adopted, and we call him Barry. My real brother we call The Count, just to keep it simple :). Right now I've got no money for the rent, and no real major prospects of getting any within the next two weeks, which is good in the sense that it keeps me on my toes and looking for a job. I've also been invited to a new year's party at Little Lover's place in England somewhere, and I'd really love to go, meet some of the people I've spent so much time with in the Worlds, or, well, LL and Ride Forever at least. I'd really like to meet those guys, even though I'm not sure I'd survive the experience. I think it'd still be worth it. Another incentive to make some money. I might even get desperate enough to try phone sales...

I went to pick up my old bed from our place in the country today, saw my mom and grandmother, and ate some of the ole home cooked. The thought struck me that beds are really very important in our lives. I mean, we spend a lot of time in them, reading, sleeping, having sex or whatever. I thought about it, and figured out that I've had six different beds so far, all of which saw some of my happiness, and some of my bouts of depression. I don't know where this thought is going, but I suspect that if I keep going I'll end up thinking about sex, which I've had in four of those beds. Hmm, I'll let you know if it gets good :).