letters from the end consumer: January 2016

Friday, January 22, 2016

Wednesday, January 20, 2016

Slept the first night in the new apartment. Mom's best friend is staying with her.

In the twilight between sleep and awake the same confusing thoughts: In what bed am I, who is sleeping next to me, what country are we in, who is alive who is dead?

This thought is the only solace: I'll figure it out tomorrow.

On the upside: New school is a 1-minute walk from apt. Much appreciated by mother and child alike.

Now: unpacking, organizing, writing lists.

Sunday, January 17, 2016

Still so cold in Stockholm

It's still so cold that my phone keeps dying despite having 50% or more battery.
I hear it every time complaining: I'm from Cupertino, fuck this, I'm out.

I'll say this after a week of extreme cold though: I've gotten used to it. And as long as the cold is dry and beautiful, it's not too bad.

Friday, January 15, 2016

Greetings from Stockholm

Where it is currently 10 degrees Fahrenheit (iphone tells me it feels like 1 degree).

I'm cold inside out, outside in. Planning my move, the purchase of even warmer winter clothes for Niki and looking forward to meeting up with my friend Lena.

wish this was in our future as well as in the past

but we've had this. so many moments, years of this. the love lingers on

Thursday, January 14, 2016

DANCE DANCE DANCE with me or just dance!

Went to see this yesterday, was reminded of how much I need and love to dance

....
did you dance today?
dance with me!

I've collected some of my at-home-dancing here:

Yes sir I love to boogie

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

and so, life goes on .

Am still staying with Niki at my parents' house out in the suburbs. We move into our own apartment in downtown Stockholm next week.

This morning, Niki started school here in Sweden. Will pick her up in a few hours, so curious to hear what her day's been like.

Niki in school also means my own first proper day of work.
And mom's first day on her own since dad passed away on Jan 3rd.

I miss Joel, Vanja and Anders so much. But I'll see them again.

dad...
can't fathom I'll never get to hug him again or laugh with him. but so many great memories. so many.

such a loved man. do you see him in the pile of grandkids above? he's there.