Something to talk about

I recently went through a bad break-up. Even though I was the one to break it up, I ended up shedding all the tears. When you’ve been with someone for almost 2 ½ years you can go from best friends to hated enemies in seconds. It doesn’t take more than a sentence to break someone’s heart into tiny pieces. “I’m tired of everything, and being with you doesn’t help”. I’ve never felt more useless. The actual break-up didn’t happen for another couple of months, but my subconscious knew that this was the last drop. But me, I was still hanging by a thin thread hoping that it would all just change. Not that I did much to make it all better. We took some days apart and thought it helped. But it was really not the same after... We just kinda drifted through the weeks. Day in day out there was no excitement or change. We didn’t have much to talk about, dinner was more and more frozen and sex was just sex. Getting hammered in the weekends became an escape from reality, an escape from each other. We were never the couple who hung out at parties. We always met random in the line for the bathroom or when taking a smoke on the balcony. Sundays were always interesting. Going through last night’s events and hearing five different versions of the same thing, but not one of them being correct, that’s hungover for you. But that’s a whole different story again.

After making escapes out of town in the weekends I came home new. The coming weekend I didn’t go out drinking. My boyfriend ditched a friend with tickets to this concert, to drink with the Danish boy. So my boyfriend sends his friend to me. I didn’t really know much about this guy, other than that he hung out with my boyfriend all the time so I didn’t get the chance to be with him by myself and try to heal our relationship. So I just kinda took up the offer to see what all the fuzz was about. Turns out it was the best thing I ever did.

When I woke up this morning I was happy. Even though my alarm is annoying and the time was 7:00 AM, I was happy to wake up next to a person that means everything to me. That’s the kind of stuff that makes my days go easier through. Cause I know that no matter how shitty my day is, once I get home to him I’ll forget it all and just crawl under the covers and sleep safely in his arms. It’s good to feel that way again. It’s been a while since I’ve lived in a storm of feelings like this. No matter how sad, unsecure or mad I am, once I’m around him it all turns into happiness and confidence. I have nothing more to worry about, nothing can go wrong and I can only see a bright future ahead, with Jan Ove in it.

Where are they now..

When I was a little kid I had the three best friends a kid could ever have. We were supposed to stick together forever and eventually take over the world. When you are five and training for world domination your days are pretty fun and you don't really want them to end anytime soon. We dedicated most of our time to rescuing the princess in Super Mario, and without internet and cheating it took us some time. We played commando in our jungle of a garden over at Kavo Fanari. We went on endless expeditions on the beaches by my house and the caves by the nearby bay. More than once we were scared to death by the treasures we uncovered and high cliffs we climbed. There was never a real life threatening situation, but when you are five a small rock seems like a mountain and a little lizard could as well be a blood thirsty crocodile. At the end of the day there wasn't anything better a little adventurer could have but pancakes. No, not pancakes, mom's pancakes. At night we would set up our IKEA tent on the balcony and just lay there and look at the stars. Whoever could count most falling stars got the last piece of watermelon.

When I think back at these times it makes me a little sad. It all kinda ended so suddenly. Before we knew it we where all in different countries... Alex was the first to go. His dad, God rest his soul, passed away and his mom, being from the UK, took Alex and Sofia with her home. The rest of us who stayed behind had a hard time coping with the whole thing. But not long after Alex's departure my mom decided it was time for me to get an environment change as well. She took me to this pretty place called Norway where I easily fitted in with the natives and enjoyed my education. In the years that came Troy would move back and forth between Norway and Greece just like myself. Marissa was the only one to stay put on Samos. I sometimes see her as the middle man who kept us in contact all these years. It's never been anything like when we were kids. Now we just party together if we meet in the summers. None of us has seen or heard from Alex since 2002... Miss you bud <3

All the pics except the last one are from that summer. 

Love is...

when your parents tuck you in at night after they've assured you the Boogieman isn't hiding under your bed. Parental love used to be the most wonderful kind of love when we were kids. As I've grown, eventually into a woman, I've discovered a new kind of love. The kind that evolves between to strangers who just met. A little tease, also known as your subconsciousness, will know it when it's there. From the first time you make eye contact. From the first mindless words you utter. From the first innocent touch of a handshake. Your subconsciousness instantly knows you've just met your other half, the person that will make your life complete. But will it tell you this? Will it give you any sign of it? No, absolutely not. It will do the opposite, fuck with your mind. At first you won't think anything particular about this new person you just met. You might exchange a few words, share a short laugh and then leave each others company and go your separate ways. You wont think much about this person until you suddenly meet again, out of the blue. You will instantly recognize each other, your subs have made sure of that. You are both in a hurry, so it's a quick meet, but not one you forget.

At a later occasion you end up at the same party and find out you have mutual friends you didn't know about. At said party you'll probably not talk much but will end up being included in the same get-together later that week planned by the mutuals. Your subconsciousness will at this point reveal a small part of it's long kept secret. You arrange to attend the event together. As you arrive to the already crowded table where your party is seated, people observe and smile in a way your sub would, if it could. During this evening your sub will play its best hand, but still keeping the poker face. You'll get mistaken as a couple more than twice and you'll find out you share more than just friends...

The time that comes after this is unbelievably spectacular. A day won't pass where you don't think about each other. You don't even care about hiding it from the other. Almost identical texts will fly in both directions at about the same time. Meals, both short and long will be shared. Discoveries that you're not the only one in the world with odd perceptions will be made. There will be a lot of laughing and hours will fly by like seconds. The weirdest thing of all is that this whole process will run its course entirely by itself. If you look up the word "fate" in the dictionary your names are most likely to be the description.

Your subconsciousness is on fire and will finally play its Ace of Spades. You are standing there in the parking lot after yet a successful date. You chat eagerly and laugh and before you know it you are closer than ever, in all possible ways. Lightning strikes as your lips touch and you can feel the electricity running through your body all the way to your toes. Time stops and everything around you freezes in the moment. When your lips part again and you look into the eyes of your other half, you instantly know you've reached the point of no return. You've never felt more safe.

Love is... inevitable <3

When life gives you lemons...

slice them up and consume after a tequila shot. Don't forget salt. As a teenager I drink a lot. Or should I say, as an adult I drink a lot... But still we all say we don't have a problem, nobody pushes us to do anything, we can say no and on and on. But can we? In April I moved in to a very central apartment which already was known as the party-place-to-be-when-getting-hammered-on-a-Saturday-night. We started of as 3 living there, and then 2 more came along, then 1 moved out and 1 moved in. Oh and 1 came to visit and never left; we've tried to at least teach him some Norwegian so he fits in, but it's a lost cause. He only responds to badly pronounced gamer talk and doesn't really party that hard when his chick is away. The point is, we all drink a little, but together we drink a lot. Since April I can honestly say I've had 2, only 2 sober weekends. Now, don't imagine me passed out in the gutter every single weekend, that only happened once, and it wasn't even my fault. The stupid bunny came out of nowhere! My only income is the hard earned cash I get every month from my student loan. It's not a lot but I still manage to not have a penny left at the start of each month. How does she do it you ask yourself. That is one of my many charming skills, also genetic I think, and comes hand in hand with the pretty-please-Bambi-eyes which mostly appear near the end of the month and will drive you crazy. I've got this instinct that prevents me from finding out exactly how much I've used on alcohol each month. I'm afraid that if I go as far as finding out that amount I might stop drinking... Either way, I can still afford lemons ;)

I've been 18 since May...

At this writing moment I'm sitting at a huge desk in the middle of a 175 m² apartment which I happen to live in. With 5 other people. I consider these people my family. Like in all families there are complications, both good and bad. The root of all evil in our apartment is the laziness in us all and the lack of neatness skill in our personalities. But that's a whole other story...
While trying to fill you in on what's new with me I'm enjoying a big glass of chocolate milk, I'm wearing my glasses cause I'm out of contacts (getting more on Friday), I have my hair in a ponytail and wearing a casual attire with my Ghostbusters hoodie. Yeah I just told you all that to brag about that I have a Ghostbusters hoodie.

About a month ago I was in a bad place; I got turned down by every job I applied to. I thought my 2 year old relationship was going down the toilet and there wasn't much I could do. Me and mom found out it was time that she moved back to Greece, where she really want's to be and I want her to be for many reasons (mostly so I have an excuse to constantly go on vacation there). School had just started and I was unmotivated already. And I had a cold...

Now it's all pretty much good. I've been asked to fill an open position at a hardware store. Me and my boyfriend are all good again. I've gotten used to the thought of my mom moving away, it's for the best, really. I haven't been to school in about 2 weeks cause of my Tonsillectomy and now we have holidays anyway. I'm one day away from being completely done with anything that has to do with my tonsils, for life! I'm still unmotivated about school, but I don't have to think about that for another couple of days. Plus, I still love maths. I'm expecting a shit load of money to come in on my bank account this week (that will disappear almost instantly cause of my enormous shopping list I've been growing the last couple of months). Tomorrow, my best friend from when I was a kid is coming from Sweden. She'll be staying here a couple of days and I'm really excited cause we kinda haven't had much contact the last couple of years and she is awesome. My mom has told me stories of when I looked like this:



We used to go over to my friend's house almost everyday, our parents were very good friends. And when we were about to leave they had to go through a lot of trouble every single time. I refused to leave! I remember going as far as locking myself in the bathroom. When they first got me to leave it was usually over my dad's shoulders screaming, all the way home. I was a brat :)

All in all I'm doing good and you'll probably going to be hearing a lot about my ups and downs in the time that comes.