Back....
And yet again my feet are treading swedish soil.
About 20:00 swedish time this monday I steped out of the plane on Arlanda, got my bag and greeted my dad who was kind enough to come get me.
I was happy to be home. Dads home is the most homelike place in the world for me. I love it...
The fireplace was lit when I got home and a lambsteak was in the oven.
And I missed him. There is spot inside thats slowly filling up with a sense of loss, however much we speak on messenger or phone or vent.
I really wished I could have brought him with me in my pocket.
Im not sure its legal since smuggling people is a crime, but who cares.
Sleeping has been a bit tricky since. I will have to get used to sleeping alone and I miss my private radiator.
I miss his heartbeat, his arms around me, his fingers slowly running through my hair, his soft kisses on my cheeks, forhead and lips... Most of all I miss his smile and laugh and the way he cares for me...
Im back at work and its fun... I have enough to do now to keep my days busy...
In about 2 weeks its time for skiweek and all my friends. I had better get the pictures up before then because it will be lots of questioning then. I will be interrogated like crazy. Possibly it might be a good idea to bring lots of clothes for changing since I will probably have to defend myself in snowwrestling...
Mihai my love... please come and save me :D
About 20:00 swedish time this monday I steped out of the plane on Arlanda, got my bag and greeted my dad who was kind enough to come get me.
I was happy to be home. Dads home is the most homelike place in the world for me. I love it...
The fireplace was lit when I got home and a lambsteak was in the oven.
And I missed him. There is spot inside thats slowly filling up with a sense of loss, however much we speak on messenger or phone or vent.
I really wished I could have brought him with me in my pocket.
Im not sure its legal since smuggling people is a crime, but who cares.
Sleeping has been a bit tricky since. I will have to get used to sleeping alone and I miss my private radiator.
I miss his heartbeat, his arms around me, his fingers slowly running through my hair, his soft kisses on my cheeks, forhead and lips... Most of all I miss his smile and laugh and the way he cares for me...
Im back at work and its fun... I have enough to do now to keep my days busy...
In about 2 weeks its time for skiweek and all my friends. I had better get the pictures up before then because it will be lots of questioning then. I will be interrogated like crazy. Possibly it might be a good idea to bring lots of clothes for changing since I will probably have to defend myself in snowwrestling...
Mihai my love... please come and save me :D
