Therapy blogging?

It seems as though I only blog when I’m depressed, or at least feeling a bit down. When I’m dreaming of better days, a different life, more excitement, more things to be proud of. When I’m content with the way my life is going, when I’m busy being fabulous, blogging is definitely not on my top ten list.

I’m finding this rather odd, though. Surely one would be more eager to share the good aspect of one’s life, rather than the dull parts that you really want to escape from? But then blogging for me isn’t about bragging about my über cool and awesome life, about the trendy bars that I go to and how culturally enlightened I’m trying to be. It’s more a form of therapy, of untangling the messy thoughts in my head and trying to make some kind of sense of them.

Right now life is pretty good, though, and I feel no need to analyze and question everything. I’ve sort of landed in some kind of live-in-the-moment feeling, what ever happens happens, life doesn’t always turn out the way you expect, make the best of what you have and yadaya.

I don’t know what’s going to happen. I don’t know where I’m going to be in October, let alone in a year. It could be here, it could be in London, in Brussels, anywhere. And I don’t care. I’ll be wherever it’s meant for me to be. I’m just enjoying today, trying not to think too much about the future. Just waiting to see what life is going to throw my way.

All I know is that right now I adore Stockholm and its amazing beauty. Summer (or I guess it’s still spring, although today seems to think otherwise) has definitely done wonders to this city.

I feel more and more at home here. Now all I need is a better place to live. Living in a closet kind of gets to you sometimes. Luckily I’m not home that much. But when I am home, I seem to have a strange tendency to always have guests staying over. My apartment definitely is not made for two people. It’s not even big enough for half of me. And it’s definitely not big enough for my clothes. It would make for the perfect walk-in closet though. One can always dream.