2010

So, 2010. A decade since the new millenium started. Time flies when you're having a decent time, right. So tomorrow this intermission will end, I'll go back to Stockholm with my parents. My niece Milou's birthday is on the 4th and they're having her party tomorrow, and then I'll get a ride home afterwards. Back to reality (funny how the definition of "reality" is subject to such wide interpretations, when you work with film for example, the definition is almost contradictory to the true meaning of the word, if you think about it...)

So guess who fulfilled their two new year's resolutions for 2009? (they were to quit a certain special someone Brokeback-style, and to finish my book, for those of you who don't remember or haven't been told...) I think that's the first time that's ever happened to me... I'm making it a bit easier this time around in order to achieve some sort of winning streak; I resolve to make a film, no specifics on the length or budget or success, only that it should not be part of my curriculum, i.e. not a school production, so either a project I'll do in my spare time if I'm still in school, or after this course is over. My second resolution is to get my fourth tattoo, because I couldn't think of anything else on the spot.

News for today: snow, lots and lots of snow. About a metre of it, and not the good kind either, that you can make things with (we call it "hug snow" - not really, but directly translated, but it comes from "hugging" the snow into a snowball kind of thing, but yeah, hug snow, and  I always loved that name for it as a kid) but the flimsy kind that gets everywhere at the slightest touch of a breeze.

Let's do the time warp again.

There is nothing as magical as the fall of the first snow of the year. We could see the shadow of it through the frosted window and we ran outside and we were four again, but unfortunately time reduces the impact of magic, and each year it wears off quicker than it did the year before. We stood mesmerized for ten seconds staring up into the white noise. Then for the sake of being stubborn and not wanting to admit to ourselves that the magic had worn off and that we were freezing we occupied ourselves in comfortable silence for another minute: I made a snowball and threw it against the neighbouring building, then another one. Cesar wrote his name on the ground. I mapped out a peace sign with my footprints. Cesar did pirouettes and tried to catch snowflakes with his mouth. When you look directly at them they fall with such speed you lose sight of them immediatelly, but when you gaze through them like a blanket they seem to drop in slow motion to the ground. After the one minute we admitted defeat and strolled back inside to warm up again.

I can't believe I'm flying on Monday.

We haven't left the apartment for two nights, with the exception of the brief encounter with the snow. Cesar is going crazy. I wish I'd never had to leave again. He says we need a bigger place and more friends. I'm shutting the doors to reality and shrinking my world. How did we ever find each other and of what is our middle ground made of?

Time to get cozy on the couch and drink coffee and chew nicotine mints. I guess I quit smoking again. It's like this past year never happened, like it was all a bad dream, I'm right back where I was a year ago to the day -- I wonder what's going to happen this time around...