Christmas has passed, and so has new year. No taint of last years tatter and tragedies has yet solied the embryo of the new times, and the hopes for 2010 are still high.
I am back in the village. Upon recieving this particular piece of information most of my friends give me a puzzeled look and with bewildered voices ask the question why. Why have I travelled back to the school area long before the gates once more opens to welcome the new semester, when there is still time for me to lay back in my own appartment in Stockholm? In trying to answer that, I often find myself wondering the same thing. Why is it that I don't want to be in Stockholm? Considering how much I longed for that place - there were days when I honestly thought I would never see the day - it is a mystery how I continually choose to remain away from it. It seems as if the few weeks when I had not yet been able to make the move to Stockholm was enough to give my haunted heart time to slowly decend and settle for as soon as I set my foot inside the door I felt it leap out with joy.
Seven days now until school starts again. Seven days until the cadets will start returning, one by one, to take up their residence, their studies and their relations in this brand new year.
Seven days until my life starts again for real. I can barely wait.