Poetry, Written Words

Unanswered messages

When I get stressed I don't answer. I let the messages haunt me with their nonstop reminders, but I simply cannot get myself to open them. If I open, then I have to respond. And if I respond I will get a response. Message after message of unwanted information stealing my time and concentration. Making me feel worse than I did before. People are just a toy we play with before we get to the real thing. Alonesomness. Alone time so we can sit and stare into a screen and wonder why it's not us, smiling in the picture next to other happy people. Why people no longer invite us, because we're refused to go the last 15 times. Because we were too busy thinking about answering instead of just doing it. Because we were so far out in our minds that we couldn't even see the world flash before our eyes. Waving at you, wanting you to join in, but you continued to live inside your head, wondering when it all went wrong. When you stopped being social, when you preferred fictional characters to real people and when you felt lonely in every situation. Maybe one might say you should simply stop thinking. Stop wondering. And just live. It's sound so easy. So pleasant. Just write, get it all out. So here I am. Writing. Expressing. Living.

Poetry, Written Words

Running words

Poetry has a way of coming to me in the most unusual of places. Here I am, minding my own business and then I see them. The words come crawling towards me, yelling at me to write them down before they dissappear. But how can I? I am in a shower in a new hostel in freaking Latvia? Why do you do this to me? It's as if they come in pairs. Once the first one is done a new one is lurking to take its place. Haunting me all over again. I want to run naked through the hall but feel somewhat rude to the people around me, they won't understand the hurry, the need. But I do. I want to run, to chase after the words and hold them down till they're mine forever. Locked in place and time. And here I am. Doing my best to remember them as they were at that time. They've changed surely. Maybe for the better, maybe for the worse? We'll never know. But here they are.

Circletrip, Travel Blog, Written Words

Circletrip day 2: Stockholm

Getting up early is a joy, when you know you're heading somewhere new. It's a bit harder with alcohol remaining in your blood and jet-lag. Poor Madeleine. I on the other hand was very awake and ready for our first destination: Stockholm.

Isn't it funny how we always visit places far away from us and forget the ones close to us. Stockholm is only a 6 hour drive from Copenhagen, but I still choose to travel to Cuba and Cambodia before going there.

That being said. Wow! Absolutely wow! But I'm getting ahead of myself.

Flying from Copenhagen is a pleasure since it always brings back great memories. On the way, we realize one of the belts for the backpack is ruined. Thankfully my family lives close by so my dad came with a new one so we could survive the trip.

Norwegian airlines are so nice and polite. In the flight they showed little mood videos from various destinations and that's when it hit me! That's my future career. So that's who I'm going to send my videos to!

From Stockholm airport there's a train to downtown that only takes 20 minutes. You pay the price, but it's quick, worry free and easy to access. Arlanda Express arrived in the central station of Stockholm around midday.

When we arrived at our hostel: City lodge, we had happily forgotten that we had booked a 28 person dorm room. What seemed charming and fun in pictures, were not reality. Thankfully they had extra beds in the 5 person dorm and we quickly jumped at the chance. So much better!

And now away we go! We were hungover, tired but excited so it was time to go exploring.

Stockholm is a very big, royal, wet, busy capital with a lot of attractions. We wanted to see it all and were happy we had planned an extra day in this capital.

The first and most important place is visit us without doubt the ABBA museum. It just doesn't get more Swedish than that. I have a theory that all the cafés and people secretly hum the tunes of Abba so the songs are constantly stuck in your brain. Especially Waterloo and Take a chance on me.

Abba museum is a joy for ears and soul. If you like Abba and you like Sweden, then this is where you should go. There's an exhibition on Eurovision first, which is just hilarious. "Best beard", "longest note, and "coolest shoulder pads" are just some of the things they talk about there.
We learned a lot about abba and got to sing, dance and pose like them!

Getting there was a bit of a struggle though. Being new to a town is excited and a bit scary. We had to buy a ticket for a specific time for the museum. I googled mapped the way by food and we were on our way, when suddenly…. there was nothing but water in front of us. As you may know there are a lot of islands in Stockholm. Apparently google maps thought it was okay to guide us to a place where you had to take a ferry to arrive to your destination?!? It made no sense and we almost didn't make our time slot at the Abba museum. But if you look of the bright side we got to add a boat trip and circle trip to our big circle trip.

You can always tell how nice the people of the country are, simply by asking for directions. We found the sweetest Swedish girl who walked with us to find a supermarket. She even had to run for her team after, but she really wanted to help us out. How cute is that??!! My feeling towards Sweden have definitely warmed up. You go Stockholm!

We found the supermarket, walked zoomie like around in it for 30 minutes before deciding on noodles and nachos and then tried to find our way home.

Funny story. If you type in the wrong hostel in your directions, then you definitely will not magically appear at the right one. Haha but again, life has a funny way of leading us to places we didn't even know we wanted to see. So we ended up at the coolest tunnel even( seen in the picture) and then an amazing blue fountain. Suddenly we didn't care if we were hungry, tired and cold. When you see a view like that you appreciate it. And with appreciate I mean take a million pictures and videos so you can post it to the world and spread the joy.

All in all we had a great second day, feeling Swedish, zombie and Danish and I can't wait what Stockholm has to offer tomorrow!

Poetry, Written Words

Mindless wander

I hate when my friends say I drunk when I'm not
I hate when strangers say I'm drunk when I'm not
I hate when I'm drunk and I don't want to face it
This innocence yet adult atmosphere is confusing my mind when it doesn't know which way to go
When I can't find my way my wanderlust mind and soul takes over and leads me where I need to go

I say and sing without words,
I shout and scream but no one is listening
They simply nod
Tries to understand
But without getting a word
I want to find my person
The one who make the wrong answers right
And changes sunlight into sun bright
I wish you were there to see it
See it all
It's over in the morning
Over before it ends
For I don't know how to start it
Just know how to scribble it down
Before it leaves my mind
An leaves me mindless once again

Circletrip, Travel Blog, Written Words

Circletrip Day 1: Copenhagen

The day has arrived! Our awaited circletrip begins!

You may be wondering, what exactly is this "circletrip"? You've come to the right place my friend! The "Circletrip 2K17" is a roundtrip of Northern Europe for me, myself and I, and my sweet Canadian friend Madeleine.

We will travel to Copenhagen, Stockholm, Helsinki, Tallinn & Riga the next two weeks. Uhh how fascinating you might think! You bet ya! That's why, if you're curious to know what kind of dirty deeds we're up to every day, feel free to read this travel blog the next few weeks. We have loads of plans!

So now we can start!

Saturday August 12: Karoline is sitting in her apartment, waiting patiently for Madeleines arrival. Just when she can't take it, she jumps on the metro and goes to the airport. At 12 o'clock Madeleines plane finally lands on solid ground. The adventures may begin. They hug like they haven't seen each other in years, when in reality it's only been 1 month. But they laugh and laugh and tell funny stories. As always Madeleines has a billion tiny little bags with her, so she can organize everything. Only she knows where everything is! As the gentleman Karoline is, she carries Madeleines bag all the way up to the 5th floor of her Copenhagen apartment. Thankfully there's cold beer waiting for them in the fridge!

The day is starting and they're on their way!! "Bikes, bikes , omg so many bikes!" At Nørreport st there are more bikes than people. Maddie is freaking out and taking pictures of it all. Since Karoline has lived in the city her whole life, nothing seems out of the ordinary, until…

Rosenberg Castle!

Wow

Wow

Wow

Just wow! If you've never been there, then what are you doing wasting your time reading this! Go go go. Honestly, it was like a Danish Versailles. I think it's fun how you can look at something your whole life, but never actually see it. Yes you can quote me on that. But really. I sit in Kings Garden all the time and stare at the boring old castle. It looks tiny from the outside. It was magical and revoke my dream of becoming a princess one day. It's officially back on the table. If there's a prince out there reading this, please give me a call.

The rooms are majestic, the Crown Jewels shinning and soldiers are cute. Try to take selfies in as many mirrors as possible, pose "with" the crown on your head and count the paintings.

After the fabulous castle we walked down Strøget, looked at Royal Copenhagen porcelain and bought a mermaid phone cover in H&M. I just wanted to tell you that important fact 🙂

Food! The hangry feeling started to kick in and we had to seek shelter from the summer rain. I had really wanted to try out new things and not go to my regular spots. But "Sporvejen" is just such a nice little restaurant. It's placed in Gråbrødre Torv facing the beautiful colored houses. If you choose to sit inside you're sitting in a old streetcar, the real ones that used to be in Copenhagen! How cool is that. It's such a shame that we got rid of them… but at least we still have one 🙂 the servers are super polite, the tax and tip is included in Denmark, and the food is superb if you like burger and fries.

Feeling full and happy we ran to our bikes in the heavy rain, bought wine and made our way home!

We finished packing our bags and then it was time to party Danish style. Being from different countries is always fun. Danes drink. Canadians smoke. But now you're in my territory so, we drink.

Drinking games, SKÅL, down your drink, SKÅL, walk to the club, get into Night Fever a fun 80's themed nightclub, dance to despacito, dance to Whitney Houston, walk to Tørst, SKÅL, dance dance dancing, almost falling on your heels and then finally hitting your bed at 2am!

Boom. Danish bar style. We kept trying to leave but the music was so good at Night Fever that we just had to stay.

So all in all an amazing first day of our circletrip! Can't wait for the rest of it!

Poetry, Written Words

I wish I smoked

I wish I smoked so I would always have someone to talk to

I would never worry about small-talk

If I smoked I would get more breaks

more friends

more contacts

I wish I smoked so I would look cool in pictures

like a handsome James Dean

I would have a reason to leave a boring conversation

a reason to stay in a crowd

“Got a light?”

The easiest conversation starter

But doesn’t work quite as well

when I don’t know which end to use

If I smoked, I wouldn’t need any other bad habits

I would be skinny

and productive

I would have a place to feel at home at parties

and learn new faces

without talking, or action.

We are the same

The only bad thing is….

I honestly don’t like the taste of it

I’ve tried to fake it

but faking it, doesn’t make you a part of the crowd

I’ll just have to keep wishing

I wish I smoked