I've mentioned my crush on Scandinavia before, but I'll say it again and I'll say it with gusto: I really really want to go. Now that I know I'm headed in that direction, I've been coming up with all kinds of stupid ways to get there while I'm only 2 hours away. I would go for even a day and a half. No sleep required just pick Helsinki or Stockholm or Oslo or some other great northern city and walk the streets, eat the food and be there.
Am I listening to too much Jens Lekman? Too much Jose Gonzalez? El Perro? Maybe. But I'm just gunning for it. Part of me is hoping that my sensible half will kick in sometime soon and finally put the kibosh down on all this live in the minute business. I am every bit the Gemini (Cancer rising as it turns out) and I know that little voice is in there somewhere saying "England is plenty! You will ruin your trip by trying to do so much! You will just wish you had more time once you've arrived!"
But for now, in a very harmless and uncommitted way, I'm thinking that I'll always wish I had more time and it's just not going to get any easier. Like I need to take it where I can because even if I do get another chance, it won't be this one. I won't be 24 in Helsinki and too broke to be doing it but having the absolute time of my life. I'll eat salted fish...even the Euro can't make that expensive.
Someone talk me out of this please. I'm afraid I've muffled my good sense or she has given up altogether and resigned herself to eye-rolling. Now I really sound crazy. Talking like a schizo and still smelling like Balsamic Vinaigrette. Don't mind me, I'm going to go take a cold shower on this little infatuation of mine.