I smell victory… and pancakes.
We have seen two really good movies lately, one animated named “The Croods” (Emma Stone, Nicolas Cage and Ryan Reynolds were voice-acting in it) and “Phone Booth“.
We went grocery-shopping today! We bought so much, almost three weeks worth of food. Even if we eat excessive amounts of it. We got stuff we both liked and some stuff only one of us liked.. Which is obvious, it will always be like that. ｡^‿^｡
We lived together in Sweden, I went to something called “Komvux” which is kinda like courses for people after school/gymnasium. I used it to read up some grades from my gymnasium – I also got money from CSN during the time I went there. We had it good, we had it so good that we added a kitten to our family – Keiko – cutest kittie in the world and we were genuinely happy, with no worries about the future. Until.. Summer hit us. I had a meeting with a social-worker employee before and she told us even if people had the hundred percent of the CSN (school money) they got financial aid, minimum but at least it would be something. She literally said: “you can hope for a better financial aid seeing that you live with your boyfriend, but the least you can expect is that you will get existential minimum for one person”. We lived in a minor village, where if you don’t go to school into an orientation to teach you the basics of health- and proper care for elderly you can’t get a single job opportunity – side note: I do not intend to ever work with elderly, it is not something that I can see myself doing, not now and not in the future. So we both had it hard to find any kind of income, in the end the social-workers declined money for July and August. This was in the beginning of June. Which means THREE months without money to pay rent or bills – barely eat. They told us “fix it yourselves or live on other people”.
My father helped us with food for three months, until it was almost like he barely could afford to get food for himself. Which made both me and Seb feel terrible. We already brainstormed when it turned out like this what to do, but we seriously started wavering with thoughts about leaving. In the end it almost felt like we were forced out of Sweden to be able to live..
(My dad helped so much with everything, even getting us to Växjö to board the train, it just sucked so hard that we did not get a proper goodbye. I cried so much on the train that the headache that followed was not to play with and I had dry skin under my eyes for four days. We had to say goodbye on the phone.. Which was horrible. No last hug, no last anything..)
Anyway, so in the end we left everything behind us, packed everything we needed, got Keiko in a cat carrier and left to Växjö to jump on the train to Copenhagen. There we had some issues getting tickets through Germany into Netherlands, we were stranded two-three hours there until we got on the train, with tickets bought there, and headed through Germany. While in Germany we met two nice men, a Dane and a German, which helped us with the information speeches – sometimes they did not do it in English, lousy job from them. I think it was two or three hours into the travel the train stopped, we stood still for 30-45 minutes – I had a meowing kittie to take care off and make sure she was alright, so didn’t keep an eye on the time, but they said that it would take 15 min which it didn’t.. Apparently the train stopped because someone jumped in front of a train and they had to clean up the mess (on that note, seriously? What the fuck is wrong with someone that they can jump in front of a train creating trauma for people involved? Messy death, trauma for the train-driver and people around. Good way to go right?!).
Later on while in Germany we got to sit on a ferry. So cool, they took the train in, almost like parking it, and we could go up on the deck. Seb promised me seals, which did not happen! Highly disappointing, but the warm sun made up for it, we sat outside in the sun almost the whole ferry-travel. At the end of it we boarded the train again and headed downwards for Holland again, we had terrible train switches – it was supposed to be 15 minutes in between each, but some trains missed their stops and had to back up to it.. So we ran to every single train, lucky us we got the right ones.
A small paragraph about Keiko: She is not used to travelling at all, so in the beginning she was stressed, she calmed down halfway down to Copenhagen until four teenage girls decided to sit in the animal-wagon and scream loud to each other (the different wagons were empty, it was early in the morning so).. I have never been so angry before. Anyway, the more time we spent on the trains throughout the whole trip the more calm she got, changing in between was not a favorite though – too loud, too much people = scared Keiko), in the end on the two last trains to Groningen I could take off the blanket I had covering the cage, she looked out through the window most of the time – I think she was so exhausted, just like us (we were carrying five heavy bags and a cat carrier, you can guess how heavy it was in the end).
We got picked up my Sebs friend Tristan, he drove us home to Joure, we lived with his mom for one month until we moved into our own house which we are still living in now.
That was all, I think. (◡‿◡✿)