The 1st of July my roommate moved out.
I knew when she told me that I would not get a new room mate and that I would not move.
That means I have a home alone... It definently takes some adjustment and it gets lonely, but when it comes down to it...I LOVE IT!!
I am spoiled too, I have a three room 1st. floor appartment in an old house in the rich area of town. This basicly means no noise, just peace. The places I lived before I would have to tolerate noisy parties with lousy music. Not here, here it´s only been Anton the downstairs neighbour´s parrot that has been noisy, but long time ago I got so use to it I don´t even hear him anymore.
Anyways back to the tree room luxury. I don´t have many things (oh that´s a lie actaully, I do have many things, but more like stuff...) my room mate did, so when she moved out, the kitchen, the living room and her room were practicly empthy.
I enjoy the space....I sort of just spread the stuff from my room to the other rooms and it´s nice, I like it half empthy. All I really need is a couch and I will be happy. But we all know me well, at least some of you do....If I stay here for 2 more years, the half empthy will be full...
I like having my own place, I like being able to decorate it however I want to, without having to compromise. It is a relief.
I am home alone for good, and it is good.
lørdag den 18. juli 2009
fredag den 29. maj 2009
it finally happend i missed the bus or actually the train
It so happend that I last week had my bike stolen, a great loss and irritation. A bike is crucial here to get around quickly, as a car is no option (for me) and the public transportation in this city is poor ( if it was like in copnehagen I would have no complaints what so ever...). Anyways, I boought a used bike Sunday and was ready to go again.
Monday morning, after a long weekend, I only get out of the door 6.39am but know that my new bike can go fast.
I get down to my bike and try to unlock it, but for some mysterious reason it will not unlock, I keep trying till the swearwords comes out of my mouth, until I realise no need to use all my energy before work, I will have to walk, catch the next bus and be an hour late for work.
As I start walking I think to myself it´s alright being an hour late, since I don´t have any early meetings...that thought only lasts till I realise I DO have an early meeting that I will be half an hour late for by missing the bus.
Well I decide so be it, until I remember THE TRAIN, maybe I will be able to catch the train that goes to the town where most my colleges live which is 20min from work, and the college I have the meeting with, could pick me up there and I would then not be late....uhuh...the thing is the train that I need to catch to make this happen leaves in 13min...I am 20min by brisk walking away from the trainstation.....
Optimistic as I am I start fast walking half running through half the city, I am telling you I am in no condition for that...But I WANT TO CATCH THAT DAMN TRAIN, I run and run and finally get to the platform exactly on time, the train is still there...
If I had gone to the train immediately I would have made it...Instead I paused for a moment to think where I wanted to sit and when I pushed the bottom for the traindoors to open it was too late and the train left without me.
So there I was all sweaty and out of breath before 7.15am...The lesson I have learned is:
Get up earlier
Don´t count on your bike (the new used one I got is actaully also stolen now)
Don´t run before 7am in the morning, unless you can take a shower afterwards
It´s ok to miss a meeting now and again
Monday morning, after a long weekend, I only get out of the door 6.39am but know that my new bike can go fast.
I get down to my bike and try to unlock it, but for some mysterious reason it will not unlock, I keep trying till the swearwords comes out of my mouth, until I realise no need to use all my energy before work, I will have to walk, catch the next bus and be an hour late for work.
As I start walking I think to myself it´s alright being an hour late, since I don´t have any early meetings...that thought only lasts till I realise I DO have an early meeting that I will be half an hour late for by missing the bus.
Well I decide so be it, until I remember THE TRAIN, maybe I will be able to catch the train that goes to the town where most my colleges live which is 20min from work, and the college I have the meeting with, could pick me up there and I would then not be late....uhuh...the thing is the train that I need to catch to make this happen leaves in 13min...I am 20min by brisk walking away from the trainstation.....
Optimistic as I am I start fast walking half running through half the city, I am telling you I am in no condition for that...But I WANT TO CATCH THAT DAMN TRAIN, I run and run and finally get to the platform exactly on time, the train is still there...
If I had gone to the train immediately I would have made it...Instead I paused for a moment to think where I wanted to sit and when I pushed the bottom for the traindoors to open it was too late and the train left without me.
So there I was all sweaty and out of breath before 7.15am...The lesson I have learned is:
Get up earlier
Don´t count on your bike (the new used one I got is actaully also stolen now)
Don´t run before 7am in the morning, unless you can take a shower afterwards
It´s ok to miss a meeting now and again
mandag den 18. maj 2009
about busy biking and a day easier than anticipated
to catch the bus to work i leave my house around 6.36am when i am in good time, then i can bike down the road in my own thoughts take it easy stop at the stop signs and so forth. it is also possible to leave around 6.40am, then i need to so some focussed biking, do the listening ear before the stop signs and hope cars wont be quiet about their driving pass. i have never been late for the bus yet, i am wondering if the day will come though, this morning i actually streched it till 6.41am, but i was still early at the bus stop, waited at least for 2-3min.
i expected a tough day today, i had some status meetings at the end of the day i was sure would take all energy left out of me, i mean i really was nervous about them the whole day, preparing for them, thinking about it and all...and then, they weren´t bad at all, i thought it would be a freak show of tears and shouting and swear words, but the person i anticipated this behaviour from actually behaved like a grown up after all and i left the meetings with more energy than i thought i would. that was the surprise of the day, and i have decided better expect the worse and then come off like this, i like that:)
it´s 12min pass my bed time, so i better get going, tomorrow is another morning and i rather leave at 6.36 than 6.41:).
i expected a tough day today, i had some status meetings at the end of the day i was sure would take all energy left out of me, i mean i really was nervous about them the whole day, preparing for them, thinking about it and all...and then, they weren´t bad at all, i thought it would be a freak show of tears and shouting and swear words, but the person i anticipated this behaviour from actually behaved like a grown up after all and i left the meetings with more energy than i thought i would. that was the surprise of the day, and i have decided better expect the worse and then come off like this, i like that:)
it´s 12min pass my bed time, so i better get going, tomorrow is another morning and i rather leave at 6.36 than 6.41:).
fredag den 20. marts 2009
cooking vegetarian
I think I blogged about "kaernehuset" before, the vegetarian eating club where I cook twice a month with friends.
Back in the 70ies these vegetarian clubs started all over, these days there are only a few left in Denmark from that time, "Kærnehuset" is one on them. They just celebrated their 33. birthday yesterday or maybe 34th. I am not sure. Anyways it is a volonteers based club, when you cook you eat for free, when you are a member you get it cheaper, if you come as a guest a bit more expensive. The place seats around 30 people and it´s the principle of whoever gets there first sort of thing. All sorts of people come, a few eat there every night (well it´s only open Tuesday thru Friday...) many have been there since it started(old hippies now:-)), families come, students come, professors come, all sorts of people from all sorts of ways in life...That is part of the fun of the place, you get to meet people you normally would never talk with.
Cooking there is what I like the most. I love planning, getting there grocessries and prepping and I love doing it with my girlfriends. We are 3 girls at the moment, one is an old friend and the other one I met through "Kaernehuset", cooking together is a great way to connect and also get to know new people.
The praise you get for cooking is another part of the fun, no matter how terrible I find the food, someone always loves it and mostly everyone loves it and praises the cooks, it´s touching and good if I am having a hard day:-)
Tonight we were only two cooks, but we did a damn good job, we were so supprised ourselves. We cooked indian style curry dish with chick peas, potatoes and onions (had lots of fresh gingerand garlic in it), rice with coconut, cooked and blended pumpkin and carrots that boiled with cinnema sticks and another christmas spice, we made indian style bread cooked on the stove, white cabbage with peas fried on the pan and for dessert banancake.... I could hardly believe all the dishes we cooked and we were not even in a hurry. It was a lovely evening and we were happy and all the guests were happy:-)
anyways, that was my little story of today, now I will actually call it a day and go to bed!
Back in the 70ies these vegetarian clubs started all over, these days there are only a few left in Denmark from that time, "Kærnehuset" is one on them. They just celebrated their 33. birthday yesterday or maybe 34th. I am not sure. Anyways it is a volonteers based club, when you cook you eat for free, when you are a member you get it cheaper, if you come as a guest a bit more expensive. The place seats around 30 people and it´s the principle of whoever gets there first sort of thing. All sorts of people come, a few eat there every night (well it´s only open Tuesday thru Friday...) many have been there since it started(old hippies now:-)), families come, students come, professors come, all sorts of people from all sorts of ways in life...That is part of the fun of the place, you get to meet people you normally would never talk with.
Cooking there is what I like the most. I love planning, getting there grocessries and prepping and I love doing it with my girlfriends. We are 3 girls at the moment, one is an old friend and the other one I met through "Kaernehuset", cooking together is a great way to connect and also get to know new people.
The praise you get for cooking is another part of the fun, no matter how terrible I find the food, someone always loves it and mostly everyone loves it and praises the cooks, it´s touching and good if I am having a hard day:-)
Tonight we were only two cooks, but we did a damn good job, we were so supprised ourselves. We cooked indian style curry dish with chick peas, potatoes and onions (had lots of fresh gingerand garlic in it), rice with coconut, cooked and blended pumpkin and carrots that boiled with cinnema sticks and another christmas spice, we made indian style bread cooked on the stove, white cabbage with peas fried on the pan and for dessert banancake.... I could hardly believe all the dishes we cooked and we were not even in a hurry. It was a lovely evening and we were happy and all the guests were happy:-)
anyways, that was my little story of today, now I will actually call it a day and go to bed!
onsdag den 4. marts 2009
Working life after honeymoon
honeymoon phase of new work is over and reality strikes back. Yesterday was my first day of complete chaos and not being able to structure everything I had to do. I mean I thought of work cases before falling asleep, not good not good. It´s because the new phase of meeting clients and actually talking to them has arrived and I have stagefright about that... What am I going to say what am I going to do, yadiyahdi yaaah... I just don´t have the rutine and I feel lost:-/ Anyways there is nothing to do about, next week I have at least 3 meetings, one of them on my own and I have to tell some bad news, yikes, I hope I can do it in a very appropiate and empathetic way so that they wont get too angry at me:-/
lørdag den 21. februar 2009
finding hope beyond
Begining of February I started my new job in social services, children and youth department. Having more so thought of the hours, the pay and my collegees, I had not throughoutly considered what the job would actually consist of. Of course I knew the job describtion yet I did not know how much it would come to affect me.
Now tree weeks later I am starting to comprehend what I got myself into.
In my working hours I have to deal with the intens complex social problems of children who were raised in homes with violence, abuse, neclect in all sorts of aspects that no child should have to experience in the degree that the children I work with have. The service we offer is to help these children getting an appropiate childhood. Maybe this only means that the parents need some help to learn this, it could also mean a fosterhome or a professional institution if the neclect has damaged the child to such a degree that it will need 24 hour treatment.
Point is we are trying to save these children, unfortunantly we are not able to save all of them. That is almost unbearable and I am not sure if I will be able to accept that yet, if I am not, I am not sure this is the right sort of job for me. For now I am including my higher power God, I am completely helpless and I have to hope that there is hope, somehow God has that for me.
This reminds me of a sermon in my childhood I for some reason still remember about me doing the possible and God doing the impossible.
Now tree weeks later I am starting to comprehend what I got myself into.
In my working hours I have to deal with the intens complex social problems of children who were raised in homes with violence, abuse, neclect in all sorts of aspects that no child should have to experience in the degree that the children I work with have. The service we offer is to help these children getting an appropiate childhood. Maybe this only means that the parents need some help to learn this, it could also mean a fosterhome or a professional institution if the neclect has damaged the child to such a degree that it will need 24 hour treatment.
Point is we are trying to save these children, unfortunantly we are not able to save all of them. That is almost unbearable and I am not sure if I will be able to accept that yet, if I am not, I am not sure this is the right sort of job for me. For now I am including my higher power God, I am completely helpless and I have to hope that there is hope, somehow God has that for me.
This reminds me of a sermon in my childhood I for some reason still remember about me doing the possible and God doing the impossible.
søndag den 1. februar 2009
thoughts on a studie done
So, it´s 7.05am and i don´t have to leave for another 15 min. I woke up before my alarm, before 6 and couldn´t sleep any more. I couldn´t FALL asleep either, bummer. I am starting my new job today, first job as a social worker.
Last week I graduated. I graduated and I am so relieved. I have never cared too much for the studie, it´s been some hard years for me. I can count on one hand the lessons I found interesting and that includes my internship.
I know I will love working though, then I will learn.
It´s not that I didn´t get anything out of studying. I have some friends now that I will stay in touch with, probably for the rest of my life or at least for many years to come. I engaged in studentgroups and got to know many other students than the ones from my semester. It was enriching if not with theories then with relations. Now I will brush my teeth and go to work, have a wonderful day!
Last week I graduated. I graduated and I am so relieved. I have never cared too much for the studie, it´s been some hard years for me. I can count on one hand the lessons I found interesting and that includes my internship.
I know I will love working though, then I will learn.
It´s not that I didn´t get anything out of studying. I have some friends now that I will stay in touch with, probably for the rest of my life or at least for many years to come. I engaged in studentgroups and got to know many other students than the ones from my semester. It was enriching if not with theories then with relations. Now I will brush my teeth and go to work, have a wonderful day!
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