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Okay! I'm home, I'm safe. I probably should have posted earlier than a day after I got here in case anyone was worried about me. Yesterday was a bit confusing and I never actually made it to a computer. My sister's laptop has a touch mouse and my dad's computer has a handicapped mouse and a really low screen resolution (and apparently temporarily not working broadband) and the family computer is ancient and lame, and slow, and kept in the room where exchange-student-Lena is still asleep. So here I am at the laptop.
Um. Stockholm was awesome! I spent the whole day - about thirteen hours - walking out and about, mostly in Gamla Stan, and was totally enchanted, even though I didn't actually spend money on anything there except food and some books in the science fiction bookstore. I made friends (is it possible to make friendly acquaintances?) with a bizarre little dude in an antique shop and we bonded over thinking old things are cool, and I am now firmly committed to returning in order to buy something ancient and cool for my dad. I didn't even go in the palace.
The youth hostel where Chi and I stayed was really gross, and then I almost missed my flight out of Stockholm due to absent-mindedly reaching the airport barely half an hour before boarding. I played the clueless American card and didn't use any Swedish and said I'd gotten lost (which was kind of sort of true, but I hadn't actually gotten lost that morning unless you count not realising how long it would take to get there, and I totally didn't wake up until 7 which was when I was technically supposed to be there and I was still eating breakfast in T-centralen at 8:30 when the flight was at 10:20). But they were really nice to me because I acted young and made puppy eyes and apologised profusely and was obviously like having an anxiety fit. And THEN I left my brand new ipod, Omena, at the xrays in the security checkpoint. I realised this after I found my seat and ran off the plane asking every attendant I passed about it and almost cried when they told me at the gate that I couldn't leave, and then they sent a really sweet Swedish airline employee back to the checkpoint and he got it for me. And then I forgot and absent-mindedly thanked him in Swedish before running back on the plane, haahha. Oops. Also I got friendly with my seatmate on that flight and on the leg from Philly to Atlanta too! Obvs. the social anxiety has been significantly lessened by the Citalopram.
I haven't got to write anything, though I've read a ton. Maybe today. I demanded wax's work schedule before I left but she didn't give it to me so I really don't know when to get online to see her.
Oh! And yesterday this frat boy from next door came and asked to use our oven because his is broken and he "didn't have any money" for anything but the frozen pizza in his hand, and then he went away and came back for his pizza, and said it had not cooked because he didn't realise you had to turn the oven on. His accent was so Alabama thick and I have been away so long that I had trouble understanding him.
Um. Stockholm was awesome! I spent the whole day - about thirteen hours - walking out and about, mostly in Gamla Stan, and was totally enchanted, even though I didn't actually spend money on anything there except food and some books in the science fiction bookstore. I made friends (is it possible to make friendly acquaintances?) with a bizarre little dude in an antique shop and we bonded over thinking old things are cool, and I am now firmly committed to returning in order to buy something ancient and cool for my dad. I didn't even go in the palace.
The youth hostel where Chi and I stayed was really gross, and then I almost missed my flight out of Stockholm due to absent-mindedly reaching the airport barely half an hour before boarding. I played the clueless American card and didn't use any Swedish and said I'd gotten lost (which was kind of sort of true, but I hadn't actually gotten lost that morning unless you count not realising how long it would take to get there, and I totally didn't wake up until 7 which was when I was technically supposed to be there and I was still eating breakfast in T-centralen at 8:30 when the flight was at 10:20). But they were really nice to me because I acted young and made puppy eyes and apologised profusely and was obviously like having an anxiety fit. And THEN I left my brand new ipod, Omena, at the xrays in the security checkpoint. I realised this after I found my seat and ran off the plane asking every attendant I passed about it and almost cried when they told me at the gate that I couldn't leave, and then they sent a really sweet Swedish airline employee back to the checkpoint and he got it for me. And then I forgot and absent-mindedly thanked him in Swedish before running back on the plane, haahha. Oops. Also I got friendly with my seatmate on that flight and on the leg from Philly to Atlanta too! Obvs. the social anxiety has been significantly lessened by the Citalopram.
I haven't got to write anything, though I've read a ton. Maybe today. I demanded wax's work schedule before I left but she didn't give it to me so I really don't know when to get online to see her.
Oh! And yesterday this frat boy from next door came and asked to use our oven because his is broken and he "didn't have any money" for anything but the frozen pizza in his hand, and then he went away and came back for his pizza, and said it had not cooked because he didn't realise you had to turn the oven on. His accent was so Alabama thick and I have been away so long that I had trouble understanding him.
