luckypernie

I've kissed and hugged my latest family good bye.
But, as my old lady friend Gunilla so wisely pronounced, it is a difference in leaving something and going to something.
The first approach is associated with great grief and keeps you where you where before. This is very contra productive if you wish to go to where you point your toes, and wish to point your toes to somewhere that is not backwards and uppside down. Though laying upside down is good for your health and brings blood to your head. At least so my older sister told me, and they are always right. The other of the two ways of looking at changes makes you focus on development. Oh how many gray words have I not used by now?

Strawberries and coconuts, for it is summer.

Now, you have some colourful objects in mind. Good.

The end of the life at Molkoms folkhögskola passed, mighty unexpected, without pain. During the last dinner, combined with an open staged for all the known and unknown talents in school, the sky endowed us with huge amounts of rain backed up by gently played tones of thunder. Very dramatic when every now and then the microphone began to glow.

The very last day many cried. And then many cried som more. Their tummies did not hurt, but their hearts did.
Since I had already given this last good bye way to many thoughts I had already moved on, and I could focus on enjoying my last day. A sunny day in Molkom where the asphalt still smelled from last nights storm.
When in germany, if ever in germany, do not say "das war ein gross donnerswetter". This may disturbe them since this means something else. And do not eat sprouts since this evidently kills people.

When all the stuff, stolen flag included, was stuffed in the beautiful, old and tacky, red as roses volvo, and all friends carefully squeezed one last time, dear Gunilla in the red house on the hill got a visitor. In her garden where dogs, cats and chickens ran around and bumble bees cirkled around the flowers, she and her friend sat in the grove in the back yard. There was freshly brewed coffee, strawberries and icecream.
Sitting there and not belonging to anything more than gravity (and the clothes worn at the time. Not wearing clothes may terrify people) felt like when have had head ache for a long time and then suddenly not have it. Not because life in Molkom was pain and torture, not at all, but the knowledge of the end and the upcoming good bye had been bothering me for a long time since I had had no idea of wether I'd be able to handle my sorrow or not. Sitting there I could only look forward, confirmed with all the good memories from the place I was now to leave.

Good bye Molkompisarna, my Molkom friends that is. It has been a great time!

Look in your hide aways and use anything you have that is eatable.
If you are lucky it may result in a blueberry/banana smothie.
With only days left it is helpful to get rid of as much stuff as possible.
I'm trying to shorten my pen so it'll fit in my backpack.
Mr Pineapple is now going to the slaughterhouse.