Alex is coming home soon and I will effectively be homeless. Looking for a place to live here is ridiculous. Seriously ridiculous. I call up an ad placed on the net 2 hours later and they've had 30 phone calls before me and they sound stressed and don't really want to talk to anyone. This place wasn't exactly exceptional either.
I still have high hopes and I am going to keep looking.
Work is going well and I am starting to feel comfortable there. It's a great bunch of people and 95% of people are a close-knit group. I finally know what I am doing most of the time. I am even getting cocky from time to time and not writing down orders at all. That almost bit me in the ass bigtime once but I averted disaster with a bit of smooth talking. Who am I?
School is going well and I have just finished my 7th week of classes. It is hard to say how good I am though because it really depends on who I am talking to. Aga's friend Anna for example: we talked for a solid hour entirely in Swedish. Other times I can't even work out if the shop clerk is asking me if everything is ok. Accents and dialects run rampant here just to mess with you. Crazy Swedes.Summer is fleeing quickly. I am trying to be a stubborn Australian by walking around in a t-shirt regardless. But that is getting a bit unrealistic of me lately. I wonder how long I will last here in the winter? I am keeping my options open in case I decide to make a quick getaway.
Last weekend Ben stopped by for a visit. We knew we were going to be a bit silly, me off work and all. And we lived up to our expectations. We started off our first night going to a few bars with some people from work but they couldn't get organised so we pushed on by ourselves. It was a fun but largely uneventful evening. The next day I had intended to drag Ben down to the amusement park here in Stockholm: Grönalund. He wasn't all that keen. So we headed down to Hard Rock and had some food and a few beers.
Later that day we met up with Aga, a polish girl Ben met several years ago: the last time we were in Sweden together. But that is another story. Aga, Swedish friend of hers, Ben and I met up and had a few drinks at Debaser. A few guys from work stopped by and it was pretty sweet for a while. Then we ended up in some random clubs and things got weird. Sunday we stopped into work and had a few more drinks. A few too many I guess because my bosses didn't seem to want us there anymore.
Ah well. No harm done. Ben was practically comatose by the time we were discussing where we should go out that night. So he borrowed a couple of hundred krona and took his leave of us headed towards the airport for his early morning flight. He tried to go by bike but quickly realised this particular mode of transport was missing a couple of vital elements. It took me a few days to recover from that weekend... But he's my friend you know. How could I take it easy?
The irony of me saying this is that Peter Kennedy just called me. He's in Ireland right now and his brother told him that I was in Sweden, so he thought he might drop by for the weekend.Except this time I have work and school the whole time he is here.
I have a bad feeling about this. Lets just hope he and I don't end up rugged up in blankets at a bar around the corner from my work discussing whether he should keep drinking or sleep at the airport waiting for his flight home. Personally I hope one of two things happens. Either Peter is harder than Ben and choses option a) or I soften up and go home. Then again Peter isn't that soft and some things never change...
