Current time: 5.47 am
Location: Calgary International Aiport
Reason for being awake at this un Godly hour: Waiting for my 7am back to Vancouver.
Mood: Hungry. (is that even a mood?)
New mood: Confusion. I just googled it the hungry mood thing and didn’t get a proper response.
Last meal: Ghormesabzi. (best persian food in the world I kid you not)
Regret of the day: Saying that Ghormesabzi is the best food in the world. Obviously Zeresh polo with chicken is. Delusional little me.
1 thing you maybe didn’t know about me: I’m hungry.
Alright so I’m currently at the airport and I’m reflecting upon how different life was the last time I was leaving Calgary. A little over a month ago. Ah how different yet indifferent life is now. I remember how extremely nervous I wasn’t and all the excitement that I was swimming in. Looking back I’ve definitely had one of the hardest and most rewarding months of my life. Crazy. Another thing that is crazy is people that over-share their life stories. It’s not eaves dropping if I can hear you complaining over how your roommate gets to sleep an extra hour over the sound of Mumford and Sons screaming in my ears. It’s okay I feel your pain, random lady. I would be upset and complaining too.
As I was saying, one of the main things that has changed here OH MY DAYS the random complaining lady is now complaining about the pain of home birth… Too much info sista, tmi. So anyway, the one thing that has left me at awe is how “homeless” I feel. What is home? Is Sweden my home? I guess yes, since I’m born and raised there. Then what is Calgary, where my parents and little brother live? Is that some sort of home too? Is this what it feels like to live in a split house hold? I also feel like Vancouver is home in a sense. I mean my little room feels pretty homely. I miss my bed. Hmm. I guess I’m currently a rootless nomad. No big deal. I’m going to have to let go of my western need for defining everything and anything in my surroundings and just be. Deep stuff.
