Morning

Oy! It's 13 pm, and I got out of bed an hour ago. The night ended up in an old fabric, with electromusic and too many people on a tiny surface.
In a few minutes I'm off to see my oldest friend, who is no longer a Fripple in any way. She has found her house, man and goal in life. I admire that.

I have started to check up possible flights home, away from Germany. It feels neither right or wrong, seeing as I don't have any feeling anymore for where I really belong and why. The winter is hopefully letting Stockholm go in a foreseeable future, leaving me no real reason to not be unemployed there instead of here. Home to mummy at the ago of 21, hallelujah.

My current street in Leipzig