I came home quite early from work, i was totally tired. First reason: friday and second reason: i was out at 6 this morning and ran 8 km in the morning sun. The mood was good even if each leg of mine had to carry 10 tons. I can’t go over this feeling of bad prestations.
My day at work was very interesting, a lots of difficult but interesting questions and long and constructiv discussions with colleagues. This new jobb is really challenging me and i like it.
I ate lunch with my friend H and she looked really lovely. The students were celebrating the end of school, which is something different here from how we do in France. Here in Linköping, i meet some students at 6 this morning, well dressed, going to their champagne breakfast i the Trädgårdsföreningen (a big park). They drive around then in trucks and sing and dance and are all happy to quit school. Both girls and boys are well dressed and when the day goes on, they are all happier, maybe because of the breakfast?
I can’t really remember when i left high school. it was in 1999, in other words, it was not yesterday. I even have some difficulties to remember who were in my class this year. I just remember that we wrote these exams and it was really important to get good grades: depending on the results, we would be able to go in this or this school after. Even if we went to disco ( a little bottle of the night around the corner, called “le sirocco”) and even if i found a boyfriend this evening, it was a pretty trist summer. We all got dispatched in France, fr summerwork or study, so i dunno, i forgot the most of it somehow. One thing is sure, i was not afraid of the future. I did not know how it would turn, i just knew i would become an influent woman. I knew i had to go throught this “elit” kind of school and that i could decide later what i wanted to be. Even now it seems that most of the possibilities are there, even if where i am happy to be where i am right now.
Anyway, stop this nostalgi.
I watch a documentary tonight, and this was beautiful: Bombay beach. I recommend it strongly, it was both poetic and beautiful.
And now, there is one hour left. One hour left until i meet M at the station. These last hours are always the longer. I always feel millions of butterflies flying in my stomach. Oh, can’t wait!!