currently watching the construction of the ice hotel in sweden, it is almost unbelievable that i've been to a ice hotel and back. although the one in lapland was of a considerably smaller scale and not quite as glamourous as the one in sweden. perhaps being the very first guests at the snow village wasn't that good an idea, some of the rooms weren't even complete.
this entire exchange period still feels like a dream, i still sit on the same spot on the sofa. a laptop is still propped on my lap as i try read the papers and watch the tv. my house still has the same furniture (largely), and i still wear my ratty old tee shirts. but i am not the same, we all aren't. we all look older, behave differently (although a certain ms c--- still does not reply sms-es, sorry cannot help but take potshots at absent friends).
i wish i could gush on more about exchange but my big toe hurts. i don't understand how i can be this clumsy. i have stubbed my toe on several occasions on the door track of the shower cubicle but i have never struck it so hard that it bled. argh, bye bye jogging.
our day will come.
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