Had a strange weekend.
Rang up the computer workshop in Gothenburg on Friday morning, swallowed my pride and spoke to them in English, for the sake of clarity. They agreed they'd done precisely nothing and dropped the bill. In passing they also mentioned there was another service centre in Malmo that Compaq hadn't told me about. Gothenburg is 3hours from me. Malmo is 10minutes from me. I intend to ring up Compaq and to ask them to refund the 1000kronor I spent getting up there. The guy that works in Malmo is about twice as old as the guys in Gothenburg and seemed a lot more competent. Things are looking up.
Having been out Wednesday night, to Gothenburg on Thurs, Malmo during the day, and knowing I was going out on Saturday, I stayed in and watched The Green Mile on my own on Friday night. It's interesting that I've always thought about marriage in terms of the wedding and living together; the film suddenly made me think about how it ends- having so recently split up with someone I fell in love with, the thought of losing a wife seems so awesomely painful. It's ironic that I feel so much less prepared for marriage now and yet that very thought makes me actually more prepared.
Saturday morning I woke up at about 8.30. I'd been dreaming of Steph and running around Hull trying to make her stay. I don't know if it was about her or symbolic of something else, but I felt so sad when I woke up that I couldn't get back to sleep. It's weird how I've spent a month telling myself how we weren't right and reminding myself of all the things I was ignoring while we were together, and yet one dream and I want her back. I'm trying not to panic about it, though- every now and then I wake up and wish I was 13 again or worry about having missed a school exam, so wishing I could have Steph back isn't entirely surprising.
Met a guy from Kenya by the name of Anthony yesterday. Really interesting guy. His outsider's view of Europe and Western culture opened my eyes to a few things and got a few other things in perspective.
Just a couple more things left to get in perspective and then I'll be doing ok.
Rang up the computer workshop in Gothenburg on Friday morning, swallowed my pride and spoke to them in English, for the sake of clarity. They agreed they'd done precisely nothing and dropped the bill. In passing they also mentioned there was another service centre in Malmo that Compaq hadn't told me about. Gothenburg is 3hours from me. Malmo is 10minutes from me. I intend to ring up Compaq and to ask them to refund the 1000kronor I spent getting up there. The guy that works in Malmo is about twice as old as the guys in Gothenburg and seemed a lot more competent. Things are looking up.
Having been out Wednesday night, to Gothenburg on Thurs, Malmo during the day, and knowing I was going out on Saturday, I stayed in and watched The Green Mile on my own on Friday night. It's interesting that I've always thought about marriage in terms of the wedding and living together; the film suddenly made me think about how it ends- having so recently split up with someone I fell in love with, the thought of losing a wife seems so awesomely painful. It's ironic that I feel so much less prepared for marriage now and yet that very thought makes me actually more prepared.
Saturday morning I woke up at about 8.30. I'd been dreaming of Steph and running around Hull trying to make her stay. I don't know if it was about her or symbolic of something else, but I felt so sad when I woke up that I couldn't get back to sleep. It's weird how I've spent a month telling myself how we weren't right and reminding myself of all the things I was ignoring while we were together, and yet one dream and I want her back. I'm trying not to panic about it, though- every now and then I wake up and wish I was 13 again or worry about having missed a school exam, so wishing I could have Steph back isn't entirely surprising.
Met a guy from Kenya by the name of Anthony yesterday. Really interesting guy. His outsider's view of Europe and Western culture opened my eyes to a few things and got a few other things in perspective.
Just a couple more things left to get in perspective and then I'll be doing ok.
It's ironic that I feel so much less prepared for marriage now and yet that very thought makes me actually more prepared.
It's like when the more you learn about something, the more you realize that you don't know anything about it.
Yeah talking to people when I went to mission trips to Peru and Ecudor awhile back that gave me a different perspective on Western culture as well.