But for now-and I've already written so much-I'll make it shorter. I am who I am, or what I am, I live at home and my head is somewhere in the clouds. Don't ask why, it just is so. It's been 16 and a half years since I first opened a pair of small funny-looking eyes-mine- and took a look at the big bad ugly world outside. And frankly, it wasn't so bad after all, at least not what I remember.

I said I live at home, well some kind of home, a new one, as I moved from my little nest to a bigger, but colder one, someplace nearer the North Pole. If you didn't catch the drift:Scandinavia, and to be specific, Sweden. I've been living here for almost a year now and I'm finally starting to feel warm in this new nest of mine.

The people around me basically change everyday, and that's because it IS in the nature of things. There are some however, who have been here from the beginning. My family. Most of them are literally "here", some of them are watching from a distance but they are all definitely with me all the time, no matter where I go, no matter what I do, say, feel. If anyone would ever paint my life, it would surely look like this: chaos, chaos, chaos, more chaos, even more chaos and..what do ya know..some more chaos, but there would also be a peaceful little place, right in the middle, a place called home, a place where all the chaos turns into calm, quiet and security.

I'm listening to my "Bad" CD and it's late so I'd better stop here.

//october 2002