For probably about a month and a half now, the Kalifornien girls and I have been talking about Stockholm, let's go to Stockholm, we should go to Stockholm, we need to go to Stockholm. But life, time, prior arrangements and lack of full motivation always seemed to find us and prevent us from doing it. Finally, last week we just decided that we were going to do it, it was now or never. So Sunday night, Kristen, Jen, Sara, Peter and I booked our train and hostel in Stockholm (extremely last minute considering we were leaving early the next morning). It was impulsive in the best of ways. The trip overall was so much fun, Stockholm is very large compared to Lund, there was snow on the ground and the crisp air and wind would bite at your face constantly. Trying to figure out the right formula for warmth was probably the most interesting aspect of experiencing cold weather; our first day there I made the mistake of only wearing pants, and I swear to you my ass felt like 20 bees had stung it and it had gone numb. I didn't make the same mistake the next day: wearing a pair of tights, leggings, and pants. The makings for an impenetrable shield from the cold air and wind. We walked around Stockholm a lot, soaking in it's picturesque scenery and buildings, covered in snow. A memory I hope to never forget was when we decided that it would be really lovely to book a sauna in our hostel (best hostel ever, right?!), and decided it would be an even better idea to run from the sauna, up the stairs and out of the hostel into the snow and cold. We did that twice, part dying, mostly laughing and enjoying it. Another night we were wandering around old town of Stockholm and found a bench in a little courtyard area next to an alley and decided that a jumpingoffthebenchgrouppicture was in order. Low and behold, between the weight of 3 people, and the bitterness of snow and winter air, we ended up breaking the bench..running away like 7 year olds and laughing about it for the next few minutes saying to Peter, "Hey Peter, remember when you broke that bench?"
My head is exploding with thoughts, worries and desires: the main being that Sara and Jennifer's time here is quickly fleeting and I am feeling more and more like I don't know exactly what I will do with myself. In an attempt to create a new sort of routine next semester, I will probably be more busy with school seeing as I'm planning on taking departmental courses (WITH ACTUAL SWEDES), and am also in the process of trying to become a foreman at Wermlands Nation. I was nominated through my friend Sofia for three positions, hovmastare (head waiter of sittnings), lunch chef, and Saturday cafe chef. I tend to steer clear from cooking because of my genetic predisposition to messing up any sort of food that I touch, and hovmastare seems like it would be a fun position for me; I've dealt with 5 year olds, I'm pretty sure that I would be able to boss around some twenty something year olds. I am to attend a meeting on December 9th, where I believe is when I give a little tidbit about myself and the members will vote for those who they see fit to become more involved in the nation. Wish me luck! As I mentioned earlier, I am feeling increasingly sad about my two closest friends in Lund leaving so soon, which leaves me here..at the end of my update because I need to go get ready to create even more memories with the people I've come to love so much here.
Kram och puss
(Hugs and kisses in Swedish)
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