The senses

In these overly cerebral intellectual times there is something to be said on focusing on the experiences relayed by the senses. What you can see, hear, smell, touch and taste can have a profound effect on your perception of the world, and can transform a despondent mood into a hopeful one.

What I’m looking forward to hear:
The Swedish language
My mother talking to me from another room
Seagulls in Gothenburg
My mobile phone beeping with text messages
The radio

What and who I’m looking forward to see:
Friends!
My mother
Swedish TV
Newspapers
Gothenburg
Clean streets
Frost
Cafés
My books
My CDs
My flat
My oven

… to taste:
Sweets
Bad coffee
Cinnamon rolls
Potatoes
Sushi
Indian food
Sandwiches
Good bread
Beer
Semlor

… to smell:
Clean air
Sea breeze
My mum’s cardamon cake, freshly made (hint hint)

… to touch:
My things
The hands of my friends

I was, after a random inquiry on my part today, informed that my unit here at work cannot offer me a consultancy at the end of my internship. So, unless something were to appear as if by magic, it seems that I'm going home in about two weeks. It's disheartening news, not because I don't want to go home, but because now I have to deal with a lot of immediate problems, mainly in the shape of bills. It would have been nice, no great, to have a job here at WFP. But we'll see.

Can't write more now, got to rehearse some songs for tonight's jamming session.
Ciao