Fineste ferien

Må si at overgangen fra sol, sol, sol i Riga til vått og kaldt og lue og votter i Vadsø er ganske så stor.

Har altså nettopp kommet hjem (som jeg nesten må kalle kalde nord) fra en veldig perfekt ferie i Riga sammen med Lars. Sol og øl og båttur og spa-hotell og den fineste gutten, nei, det var flotte saker. (Kanskje, kanskje kommer det flere bilder senere, men internetten og datamaskinen spøker litt med tålmodigheten min.)


Men nå.

Nå er jeg tilbake i Vadsø, og Lars har flyttet ned. Til Risør. Det er triste saker.

Savn. Jeg savner deg.

Til deg:

This is the first day of my life
I swear I was born right in the doorway
I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed
They're spreading blankets on the beach

Yours is the first face that I saw
I think I was blind before I met you
Now I don’t know where I am
I don’t know where I’ve been
But I know where I want to go

And so I thought I’d let you know
That these things take forever
I especially am slow
But I realize that I need you
And I wondered if I could come home

Remember the time you drove all night
Just to meet me in the morning
And I thought it was strange you said everything changed
You felt as if you'd just woke up
And you said “this is the first day of my life
I’m glad I didn’t die before I met you
But now I don’t care I could go anywhere with you
And I’d probably be happy”

So if you want to be with me
With these things there’s no telling
We just have to wait and see
But I’d rather be working for a paycheck
Than waiting to win the lottery
Besides maybe this time is different
I mean I really think you like me

(Bright Eyes - First time of my life)