Sometimes it feels as if the only thing people really need to connect to each other is to be open and open-minded. The way your family takes an interest in me, a pen pal you’ve never even met, is very touching to me. I mean, I even had a conversation with your father on Facebook today! And that time I was crying on Skype with you and your mom… It makes me shake my head in amazement, sometimes the world is just too beautiful.
This afternoon I was hanging out with my eighty something year old neighbor, and we were giggling over how she had been trying to send a text message to me, inviting me to go to the café with her, and had mistakenly sent it to the local rock star looking singer-songwriter instead. He politely replied that he would try to make it if he got the time. When I got over to pick her up I helped her correct the mistake by sending him a text apologizing about the fact that the text had not been meant for him. When he got back to her again, he said he would still love to go to the café with her some other time.
After she and I got there, I told her more about the new man in my life. I had already spilled the beans the day before when I had stopped by her house for dinner. I had said I was going out to Sanna and was wondering what was going on out there, she hadn’t heard of anything that was supposed to happen. And I couldn’t hold it in, I almost yelled out: “I got a boyfriend!” After a moment of silence she replied: “You better not be telling me that you’re moving away from here!” When that was all clarified, I’m really not going anywhere, we could giggle about it instead. I love that we can laugh that way together.
Then later I finally took the major step of calling my mom today, telling her about B. I told her all sorts of wonderful things about him but then I added: “I must warn you though, he is rather special looking.” My mom calmly replied: “Well, all your boyfriends have been.” And then I just felt stupid for making it into a big deal. Perhaps I’m the idiot for continuously pointing it out? I mean, the face tattoos obviously catch people’s attention, but in the end, it really doesn’t matter. We’re all just human beings.
PS – We went out with the boat again today, this time to Dørvær, a place where the hulder supposedly lives and where there are treasures buried inside viking graves.