Family love

I've been 3 weeks in Hakadal now. That of course was not the plan when I came here, I was going to stay for one weekend, but it's just so nice to be around people who love you and understand you. I argue whit my family of course, every one does, and we are any bit as dysfunctional as the next family. The thing is that no mater how much you argue whit your family, how mad you can be whit them, how sad or upset they make you. Even if you get into a fight and you don't talk for twenty years, they are still your family and you still love them.

Roommates on the other hand, roommates you don't have to love. Roommates can tick you of just by their mere existence. You can go weeks without seeing them, but still the sight of their shoes in the hallway makes you growl whit anger  just because they didn't place them the way they were supposed to. I'm not saying that family can't tick you of in the same way, mine sure can, but family you still love, roommates you want to squeeze hard around the neck.

Needless to say, I rather get in to a few beefs whit my family than end up in prison for strangling one of my new prissy little nineteen year old roommates.

"Min fremtid lå på restetorget!"

My future was on restetorget (a place on the web where the collages and universities  posts their vacant spots after admission)

Breakfast a few days ago, my first try at cooking eggs this way, don't know what this way is called.

On the train on my way to uni: