Of my home far away
This is one of those rare posts of mine that are all about me, me, me. I was planning on including some musings on archetypal figures and views on good and evil in children's fiction, but that, I fear, will have to wait until my next post. This turned out long enough on its own. Oh, and that reminds me: have an LJ Content Quiz. I scored pretty low in all categories, so it's not worth posting my results, but it may be more fun and relatable for some people reading this.
I've been living in my own apartment, almost all of Sweden away from home, for a little less than a week now. My new hometown (strange as it still is to think of it as such) is about the same size as my old one, and ten times cozier. It has the loveliest flower arrangements; there's this wonderful old-fashioned candy shop close to my school; and 9 out of 10 houses are built in the National Romantic style, which is refreshing when you're used to living in a city where most old buildings were teared down a couple of decades ago (and replaced by hideous apartment complexes in Functionalistic and/or Modernistic style) by an infamous chief architect commonly called The House Murderer. Speaking of aesthetically pleasing city ornaments, behold these proud pieces of art of Borås (I've no idea what the first thing is supposed to be, but I've taken to calling it The Yellow Ear. And no, I've no idea what Pinocchio has to do with anything, but for some reason, he's everywhere in this town).
...Where was I? Oh, yes: school's going well so far; classmates seem nice - we're nearly 150 people in my class. That is a lot for a Librarian Program, but that's to be expected in recession times like these - as does my apartment. So far I'm quite enjoying living on my own, but I know I'll have to find myself a roommate before long; I'll never be able to afford this rent in the long run. Or I will, but I'd have to use up all my savings. At the moment, I only really miss my brother, although that will surely change once it really hits me that I'm actually living here for the next three years.
At the moment, all I really hope for is that next week will leave me less exhausted by the end of the day - I've spent large portions of my free time this week running errands, trying to get an overview of the town and getting supplies and paperwork ready. Where in all this will I find the energy to read and roleplay as much as I want to?
I've been living in my own apartment, almost all of Sweden away from home, for a little less than a week now. My new hometown (strange as it still is to think of it as such) is about the same size as my old one, and ten times cozier. It has the loveliest flower arrangements; there's this wonderful old-fashioned candy shop close to my school; and 9 out of 10 houses are built in the National Romantic style, which is refreshing when you're used to living in a city where most old buildings were teared down a couple of decades ago (and replaced by hideous apartment complexes in Functionalistic and/or Modernistic style) by an infamous chief architect commonly called The House Murderer. Speaking of aesthetically pleasing city ornaments, behold these proud pieces of art of Borås (I've no idea what the first thing is supposed to be, but I've taken to calling it The Yellow Ear. And no, I've no idea what Pinocchio has to do with anything, but for some reason, he's everywhere in this town).
...Where was I? Oh, yes: school's going well so far; classmates seem nice - we're nearly 150 people in my class. That is a lot for a Librarian Program, but that's to be expected in recession times like these - as does my apartment. So far I'm quite enjoying living on my own, but I know I'll have to find myself a roommate before long; I'll never be able to afford this rent in the long run. Or I will, but I'd have to use up all my savings. At the moment, I only really miss my brother, although that will surely change once it really hits me that I'm actually living here for the next three years.
At the moment, all I really hope for is that next week will leave me less exhausted by the end of the day - I've spent large portions of my free time this week running errands, trying to get an overview of the town and getting supplies and paperwork ready. Where in all this will I find the energy to read and roleplay as much as I want to?