Aching body

There has been no times for relaxing what so ever and I´m just dying to have one day of, in a spa with friends. Those are some good memories, going to the hairdresser and getting your hair done to later meet up your brazilians waxer to become smooth as a baby and to finally do a pedicure and manicure. What I actually do need is a massage so I need to find a friend who is a good masseuse to release my tension, nothing dirty here, just an ordinary massage. The pain in my back goes all the way done to my feet but since there are barely any time to rest I don´t get any time to reflect either. Damn, I feel like a really old woman and when did this happen? 3 years of party in Barcelona really makes you become damage goods but it´s not for forever. Last year it took me just a couple of months of training and living healthy to get back on track. I can´t blame my body or myself but right now it´s just a lot going on; my school, work and I´m moving to my very own apartment. Actually it´s the first time I´m gonna be living by myself and even if I been dreaming about this moment for forever it´s not like it was suppose to be. It´s lonely. I guess I just need some time to adapt myself to a silent apartment, but it would have been nice to have at least a cat but it´s impossible since I´m always on the road. The worst thing ever is people taking in animals and then realizing, ops, I don´t have time for this animal so I might just give it away. Anyways, I need to get right back to my studies and then I will go to work at 4 PM.

Right now we are actually doing something pretty interesting in school, too bad I can´t give it all. Moving is taking more off my energy than I thought, and living a life without sinful joy. We are investigating the landscape of Västerbotten, where I´m from and living right now. Thinking about the history and knowledge about my home I´m not that great because it has never interested me til now. Why? Perhaps I´ve become a little bit nostalgic since I got back. I like things as they were and right now a lot of things are going on back home. They are constructing a lot of big and massive buildings and just maybe if I get to understand all these damn projects I might just accept it. That we are in a change. My nostalgic-self is also a auntie-warning sign and I will hopefully realize that I´m not that old, that will say if it´s not too late and 10 years have already passed by. Time seems to be running away from me, and just thinking I only have got 1,5 year left to complete my bachelor in media and communication (unless I will be able to enter a journalist school) is crazy. And then what? Well, I hope to figure it out while try working while I´m studying, trying some different openings.

/The end