In a strange room

I woke up the middle of the night last night and my first thought was, "WHERE THE HELL AM I!? This is not where I was supposed to be". It took me several minutes to figure out I was in my own living room and in fact in the exact same place I was when I fell asleep.
Strange how your mind can deceive you like that. Maybe I have been gone for so long I think I do not belong here anymore. Maybe.

And gone I have been. To Skanderborg and Berlin. Both were so great and so not sober! For the last two weeks I have been drinking on an almost daily basis with a few dry days in between.
I met a lot of new people whom I really enjoyed the company of. Nice and sweet human beings from all over the world. Ironic I did not really get any German friends. But Japanese, Turkish, Italian, Chilean and whatnot. The ways of the world is very peculiar.


So now that I am back I feel a little empty. I still have no job (well only 3 hours twice a week, a start, but nothing really) I desperately need one. For the money and for my own sanity.
Oh and in three weeks I have to vote for the first time in my life. I have a love/hate relationship with these things. I like the idea of me having a vote and something to say, but I REALLY hate the way the election campaigns are run. All this unnecessary mud-throwing and children's acts. Gee.
But oh well. Since I have no job I have plenty of time getting it just right who I want to vote for.