Jet Lag

I just got back yesterday. Or so I thought. I barely knew what day it was, yet alone what time it was. I opened the door, and crashed. I was exhausted.

Forgot how damn tiring a 48 hour trip can be. Especially if you have a weird lady buying you drinks in Amsterdam, you never know what can happen (meet a  Zimbabwean who speaks Norwegian, apparently). But I’m glad to be back, although it feels different this time. Familiar, but still new. Got a whole loads of stuff on this year. I’ll be working, for once. Now that’s new. And also get to work as an editor for a newspaper. That’s both new and exciting. But I think that’s how second year goes, you get more busy, and you actually have to make more difficult choices. A summer has passed and you realise who your new “true” friends are, and you value them highly. Cos you realise great friends don’t grow on trees, and now that’s universal.

So from time to time, I hope to pop by here, and leave my mark. Like a small dot in the world. But if anything, I think this is the year when I will let other dots enter the world stage and leave their mark. In a week, there’s O Week. Can’t wait! I look back a year ago, and remember how nervous I was, how naive I was. Good times, they were. And good times are to come.

I’ve said it before, and will say it again: nothing is permanent but change. So what are you waiting for? Ride that wave! Make sure you’re not stuck underneath it. Trust me, I’ve seen some of my friends back in Sweden who are there, and it’s not a pretty sight.

Cheers,

Olle