insåg plötsligt att jag faktiskt har massor av kanel hemma.

har övat på mindfulness med hjälp av en dammsugare, 19-2000 och ett tåg.

ser världen filmiskt skarp, ljus och avskalad.

är i ett Lund som är hemtamt men ändå redan borta snarare än hemma.

äter lördagsfrukost i strålande sol.

uppskattar att kön har mycket bättre 3G-täckning än min lägenhet.

promenerar till jobbet och funderar över alla onödiga bilar.

efter en dag med jobb och dubbel motion passade det perfekt med lite välgjorda tomma amerikanska actionkalorier.

vet inte hur det gick till, men jag gjorde just en riktigt rejäl och rolig halkning. Utan att slå mig, som en bonus.

tänker numera på Ed och Ein i Cowboy bebop varje gång jag ser den lokala hunden.

lyckades nästan springa Skatås milspår, bara ett felaktigt vägval som nog förlängde sträckan lite. Skönt trött, firar med burgare och cola.

I have moved, uprooted myself and become a big city dweller.

In the process I have, as usual, temporarily lost most of my connectivity. This building eats 3G connectivity, dropping me to unstable edge and even makes voice calls sound quite a bit worse. Hence, this is being written offline and will be posted at work tomorrow or something like that.

And without any photos.

Fiber is, joyfully, being brought to the house. All the wiring is in place already, but this winter put the required outdoor digging on hold. No news to be expected before April they say.

I think I can cope though. I have some access and plenty of other things to dig into.

(Plus, the thought of taking a walk to check your email makes me smile inside. Like taking a walk to pick up the newspaper, only different.)

Parts of the past are on my mind too. I am still not sure how I should deal with them, but I think I am making progress. Simply letting them take up less mental space is posibly a good step in itself.

So, back to the present. There are plenty of boxes to unpack. Things to find places for. Lamps to put up. New things to be bought and installed. Some additional electricity wiring would be great. But I will try my hardest to take things at a slow pace and figure out what I want to do before I do it. Get all the boxes out of the way, but not put everything back up even if I have the space for it. Take my time, breathe and enjoy.

And get to know the city, of course. And the people in it.

People do me well.

There is also work to be done and sleep to be had.

Photos: somewhere, some other day.

Pomum out.

There are only four days of work between me and Göteborg now.

And a lot of packing.

And probably a bunch of other details.

In any case, it will be nice to get moving. And last night I dragged a healthy serving of friends over to celebrate the occasion. Good times seemed to be had by all, and definitely were by me.

Keeping some kind of strange trend, I have been more normal, awake and active than I expected today. Not only cleaning up everything after last night but also baking some leftover pizza and having a nice, long and surprisingly fast run.

Is this some kind of effect of going easy on the caffeine? What else can I explain it with? Age?

In any case, running has been the high point of this day. The snow is now melting fast, and there was a certain scent of spring in the air. Once I got out the door I found my balance surprisingly quickly and ended up doing one of my fastest 22 kilometer runs yet. Strange how things work out. Strange, but undeniably great.

A close second high point is the great apple pie made by K.

Lots of pizza for breakfast was of course not exactly a bad thing either ...

tittar på TED och tillverkar falsk äppelpaj som ska intas med glass.

What have I been doing with my spare time lately? I think the answer is quite simply this:

Recharging.

It will be interesting to see what happens when I am done.

I am feeling pretty clean and balanced. Possibly not enough so for all circumstances, but well enough for now.

Work is flowing pretty well, and when I get home I feel free to do as little as I want without feeling like I should be doing something else.

I write quite a bit on paper, mostly journal-like notes, more so than possibly ever before.

And I keep running, oh yes. It is me.

This is what I do.

beräknas avstiga i Lund halv två. Tänk vilket vrak jag varit utan den där kebaben.

fick min kebab från Valentino, godaste någonsin. Nu står jag ut med att vänta lite till.

väntar på kvällens första, och bara milt försenade, tåg. Det här kan bli en lång(sam) resa ...

njuter av dimmig lundavinter, förvånas över att tåget går precis i tid.

A small sketch from the weekend.

And it is good. All good.