On the last leg home. A regional train. Belated. Leaving Nadine in Oslo with her mom. A small bleeding from my heart of the missing. Healing will take place. All will be fine! Re:uniting, soon again, we are! THANK YOU for a great Winter Holiday, my darling! Home to warmth, love and harmony. Norrköping, here I come!
Today I went to Oslo to bring her to us for the Winter Holidays. Now, just got home and ready for bed. Good Night!
Screenshot of Nadine and me in Arvika Library. Just reunited IRL. With little brother Mika and Karin, Sofa Corner in our Casa. Now, all fine, all here, all as it should be, all is alright. Eleven days ahead, Nadine here. Yay! Breathe in. Breathe out. Good Night!
Today. Leaving Nadine. From Norrköping to Arvika, then mother with her guy behind the wheel by car to her Norwegian home in Eidsvoll. Here, last leg – the regional train from Kristinehamn to Arvika, just before the arrival. A sad moment of separation. Last Saturday. The reverse. A happy reunion. Getting her from Arvika to Norrköping, here in the travelling to her Swedish home. Soon again, we hope! Miss you already, Mika’s big sister! Until next time, be well, and hope you get a good last part of your Summer’s School’s Out! I love you unconditionally, #NadineTheHeroine!
Today I fetced Nadine in Arvika over the day, and we got home by 5.30pm. I have reactivated somewhat lifestreaming more frequent, and shared full day through Facebook with checkins and photos, which I auto-syndicated to my Tumblr feed, as an experiment. You can see the Tumblr feed in the sidebar of my blog (or scrolling down beyond the posts if you are on some mobile platforms). Archives fromJuly, shows more than half of posts the last 24 hours! After we arrived in Norrköping, we had dinner, and Nadine shared some belated presents, which she got from a classmate. Much…
Written off the grid at 1337 CEST on the Writer Android App, in the net shadows within the deep green ocean forestry of Värmland: “I am sitting on a train to pick up my daughter in Arvika. Tomorrow, I turn 50 years, according to SpaceLog Tellus. And there, I would like to focus this “statement”. I have defined away the “crisis” moment when counting decades. So irrelevant, unneccesary and stupid to live your life as-if turning these counts of orbital rounds around the sun should define when to really have a crisis in life? Let me tell you this instead:…
Idag åkte jag tillbaka med Nadine för att lämna henne till mamman i Arvika, för vidare transport till Eidsvoll. Det gör lika ont varje gång att skiljas åt. Till nästa gång, älskling, ha det så bra du kan! Jag saknar dig stenhårt redan!
Picking up Na in Arvika. Here, at Glafsfjorden. I love her.