Sometimes I get these cravings. Or whatever you call it when you feel you simply have to get out. Out of this town, where you´ve worked, studied, socialised and drällt for a whole year (ok, with the occasional get aways, but still). The days when you want to rip someones head off simply for having skorrande rrr.
So I jumped on a train and went off to my hometown. So välbehövligt, so much what I´ve missed. The darling family, the sociopatic cat, the beautiful wonderful funny friends. So lucky to have all this, just three hours away.
Wine at Andreas´, preparty at Sofies´, Kommersen and brunch at Järntorget/ Vasa. It is bubbly and wonderful and good for heart and soul.
But then we drive out to see Granny at the hospital. It is the eyes this time. She is so happy to see us, and she is making so much effort to eat the medhavda jordgubbar with hands that shake and eyes that no longer see. I pretend to have something stuck in one eye while discreetely turning away. Granny promises to stay out of the hosital next time I visit and try not fall or make antyhing stupid. We leave her alone, in the sjukhussal and go back to Berggrensgatan. And I get on my train back to Malmö later on and return to city where the other wonderful smart and funny friends are and where life is completely different.
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