My mother was on TV talking about our Sami heritage today. The samis are the native people of Sweden. A nomad culture resembling the native Americans. During the 16th century the king wanted to deport the Samis living in the southern part of the country to the northern regions of Sweden. My family’s ancestors wrote to the king complaining about this. That’s what what my mother is talking about here.
May 30th my little sister gave birth to William and I became an aunt. Ignore the fact that I look completely weird in this photo.
Sorry, no blogging for another couple of days. First my sister came to visit and now I’m in Hultsfred visiting my family. I’ll be going home Monday so expect a real blog entry some time after that.
Except for geocaching with my sister this is basically what I’m doing. Enjoying the sun in my parents garden.
My sister is visiting me so I don’t have a lot of time to blog right now. She got here Sunday and will be staying until next Thursday. I’ve got her into Geocaching so now I finally have someone to go cache with! We’ve found three caches together so far and we’re going to look for more today.
It’s now been three weeks since I quit smoking. I think I might have smoked a couple of cigarettes two weeks ago at the pub but I’m not sure. Quite frankly I was wasted and don’t remember much of the night so if I smoked it still doesn’t count. What you can’t remember never happened! Yes, it’s true. I promise. Well anyway, three weeks without a smoke and it’s going extremely well. Who would have thought it was this easy.
I think the difference between this attempt and my other failed attempts is that this time I really want to quit. Sure I’ve wanted to quite those other times as well but not really wanted it. And I haven’t let my family’s constant nagging and horror stories about cancer, heart diseases and all the other scary things smoking might give you affect me. I’m doing this for me and me only. I didn’t even tell them about it at first.
Now they know and they’re all oh so proud of me but I don’t really care about that. They’ve been nagging at me for so many years that I don’t want to hear a single opinion about my smoking or not smoking ever again, even if it’s praise. And I know it’s silly but part of me would like to continue smoking, just because they dislike it so much. After constant complaints for eight years I don’t want them to think I quit just because of those complaints and that they somehow won. Sure they don’t want me to die from cancer and I understand that. However complaining at me for years did nothing but piss me off. Seriously, you can’t make someone change. They have to want it themselves. Isn’t that so?
Both my grandmothers, my grandfather and my uncle arrived from northern Sweden today. They’re staying at my parents house for a couple of weeks and will be attending my sisters high school graduation. It’s great to have them here since we rarely see eachother because of the distance. It’s about 130 miles (807 american miles) between Kalix where they live and Hultsfred where we live.
My grandfather brought his ancient Nokia cell phone bought back in 1996 and when I saw his old brick of a phone I just had to take a photo of it. So you can fully understand the size of it I placed it next to my fathers cell, also a Nokia. Quite a difference, eh?
I’ve been living alone for two and a half years now and I still love it. Right now I feel like I could live alone for the rest of my life and be happy about it. Of course I’ve only lived with my family so I don’t know what it’s like to share a home with a boyfriend or a friend. That could perhaps be nice aswell.
I do however know what it’s like to live with your family when you’re an adult since I was twenty-three when I moved out of my parents house. It felt kind of annoying to be grown up and still live with my parents. I had my own life but not my own home. I had a room and that was it.
I love that everything in my home is things I like. No pink curtains, no ceramic bowls with flowers nothing beige, brown or yellow (except for the kitchen cupboards, god how I hate that colour). I decide what to eat and which time to eat, what towels to hang in the bathroom and which toothpaste to buy. I love being able to choose small things like that myself. The kitchen is full of food I like and nobody complains about my six pairs of converse in the hallway. If I want to throw a party I can and if I want to cook in the middle of the night I won’t wake anyone up.
I think getting your own home is a essential part of growing up. At least it was for me. But of course it’s not all sunshine and flowers. There’s also bills, cooking, laundry and grocery shopping. I can think of so many things I’d rather spend my money on instead of my electricity bill and food. In the end, it’s still all worth it. I love my little home.
I felt like I was improving when it came to blogging on a regular basis but then I don’t know what happened and here I am without having blogged for over a week. I don’t know why.
Not much has been going on. The weekend was great though. Friday I hung out with the girls and saturday I went to a party in Vimmerby. After the party we went to the pub and then I went to a after party with a bunch of people who were there for the folk race which takes place in Vimmerby this week. I lost one of my cell phones there but the people I partied with found it so my dad drove me there today and I picked it up. Thank god for honest people and thank god for the cell not breaking after lying outside in the rain for several hours!
Work is closed for three weeks so for the first time in one year and a half I have more than one weeks vacation. That’s not as terrible as it sounds since I only work three half days a week. It’s still nice not having to get up early in the morning for three weeks though. My father also just started his vacation so since we’re all free from work for these three weeks we’re planning some family trips. This week we’ll go to High Chaparral which is a wild west theme park and some time during our vacation we’ll go to Gothenburg to Liseberg, a regular theme park. I love Gothenburg but I haven’t been there since I was eighteen so it will be nice to see the city again. My family will probably spend a whole day at Liseberg but I’m not sure I want to do that. Sure, theme parks are fun but personally I’d like to see more of the city than that.
I’m so sorry for my little brother right now. Tonight his guinea pig Pärlan (swedish for “Pearl”) died. She’s been sick for a while and tonight she got worse. She died in my brothers arms a couple of hours ago. At least she died feeling loved, being held and patted. I talked to mom on the phone and told her to give my brother a big hug from me. Poor Smulan (swedish for “crumble”), my sisters guinea pig is all alone now.
Having pets is wonderful. The entire family have had pets since forever. Dogs, cats, mice, hamsters, guinea pigs, a rabbit and even a snake. I have two cats living with me and one cat living with my parents. Bettan who is living with my parents turns fifteen this summer and I’m geting quite worried about loosing her soon. I remember how horrible it was loosing my dog Puff a couple of years ago. My parents got him for me when I was two years old and he died when I was twenty, three months before his eighteenth (!) birthday. I still miss him a lot and just thinking about him brings tears to my eyes. That’s the only bad thing about pets. They die too soon. A eighteen year old dog is quite remarkable but it’s still such a short time conscidering us humans can live up to a hundred years if we get to keep our health. My parents have another dog now but he’ll die before us aswell and so will all my cats. We get to have our pets for such a short time.