Bye Bye Sweden

GagaggagaaaaaAAAAAaaaaaaaaa

I can't sleep!

Want sleep!

No sleep!!

// See y'all in Kenya //

1 more day

It is time, or almost time, or one more day and then it is time to leave. I have repacked once everyday thinking that I can bring one bag weighing 30 kg but then suddenly I find out that Turkish Airlines only allow you to bring one bag weighing 20 kg. How the hell did they think making up that rule? I’m a 19-year-old girl and I’m going away for 4 months and they expect me to be able to go with only 20 kg of shoes and clothes. Nutjobs.

I’ve changed bag to one that weighs less and have repacked everything again, folding it perfectly to make it fit. I have no books, shampoo, conditioner or anything that weighs anything except for shoes and those I’m not leaving. Now I’ve given up and decided that if I have to I’ll just pay for the extra kilos because I can’t leave with less than I already am.

Oh and I have a big and heavy carry-on baggage so when I’m going with the buss at 8.50 in the morning to the airport I’m a bit worried that I won’t fit on the buss with all my stuff.

Now I’m going to go to sleep and sleep away the remaining day.

27-30th Juli

Been to a little Kenya reunion in Gothemburg!

Jacob!!

What do you say, think, do or feel when something like this happens?? I’ve said “THIS IS NOT FAIR!”. I’ve thought “not him”. I’ve cried and cried. And I feel sad beyond what I ever thought was possible.

Kenyan soymilk, directly imported milk-free butter, big afro and the women in the kitchen’s favorite.

We’ve all been a family for 10 months and suddenly something like this happens. God I’m going to miss you.