Hey
guys.. So I've been a complete asshole and negligent blog-writer. Sorry for
that. Each week I am challenged with how to continue the story (which parts to
include, how much, how little, etc. etc.) and sometimes I get really frustrated
and just throw my hands up and say... "Screw this, I'll just pour myself
another glass of wine." And then I neglect all of you wonderful people who
take the time to stop by. I'm an asshole, please forgive me. I am working on my
work ethic.. that doesn't sound like a good combo but I am trying to do this
well. My point is that I now have a glass of wine sitting next to me and it is
going to keep me accountable for finishing this blog post. It says, “You’re
welcome public. You are SO welcome for my vigilance.” Thanks for putting up with my..well...me. So, on to the story.
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After my
stomach-melting, Legolas-meeting, first day on the town I had a reality check.
And this is what it was: I can be anyone I want and even better I can be
exactly who I always wanted to be. I’m sure I am not alone in getting stuck in
a personality rut. You know what I mean, when you want to be different and
change into a better version of yourself but it is just too hard. And you are
afraid. And there is that god awful voice in your head saying, “You can’t.”
Like I
told you all before, I was in a bit of a rut when I arrived in Sweden. I had a
total of about two friends, no social life to speak of, my boyfriend was out of
the country, and I was lonely. And after my first day, making what I hoped
would be friends, I realized I could do it. I didn’t have to be the old me. I was completely and utterly free to change
if I wanted. I didn’t have to show these new friends the old me.
That
same night I took action after I met my new roommate.
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*I
hear keys jingling and luggage dumping over*
*Enter
rommate*
Me,
"Hi!! You must be my roommate! I'm Emily." I said with a big smile.
Original
roommate, "Uhhh.. Am I in the right room? Is this..emm...
si-x-ty-wwwoon?"
At
this point I was confused and concerned but assured her she had the right room. Original
roommate says, "Oh I am sorry. I don't mean any offenses but I can't have
a two-person room. I need a single room. I am working for my master's degree
and I really need quiet. I have to go change this. Nice to meet you,
sorry."
"Uh,
oh! Ok well no problem I understand... Nice to meet you. Good luck. But come
back if you need somewhere to stay tonight of course!"
"Yes.
Well OK. Bye."
--Secretly I was excited because this meant Wobbly Girl and I could be roomies! Wobbly Girl's original room was a single room with a shared kitchen. She said she wasn't sure about having to share with so many people. So I thought, being genius me, ROOOMMMIIIEESSS FO LIFE!
I had only had a roommate the first semester of university so I thought it would be a great experience. We could be best friends and share clothes and Wobbly Girl seemed like a great fit. Ahh so naïve.
We worked it all out and Wobbly Girl and I became roomies and (if we weren't already) instant BFFs. That means best friends forever, if you didn't know. Don't get saucy with me I am just trying to be thorough and not expect everyone who reads this to know texting/online/IM shortcuts. Geez. So much for being polite..
And thus began the semester abroad… Wobbly Girl as my roomie, Legolas, Hottie-Tattoo-Guy, Lluis, and a whole band of international students as potential friends, ready to become the person I had always wanted to be—it was about to get epic. (And yes, I do realize how utterly cliché that sounds but I didn't realize it then.)
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| This is me being ready for an epic semester... |
