sweden

i am in a hostel,
in sweden,
and i cant for the life of me pronounce the name of it,
or any other word i see for that matter.

i have learned how to say "thank you so much"
and "sorry"

which might be the two most important things one could ever know how to say.

im here for a week,
in this city
in this country
in this hostel.

its amazing.

there are three other people in the common area,
all communicating in english
a language that is none of their native languages,
that is amazing,
and it makes me feel dumb.

why did i have to be born in a country where we already speak english.

i have no connection with the world,
in that way.

i take english for granted,

anyways,
i would go talk to them, learn something, in fact i could be getting culture,
from whatever cultures they come from,
but no,
instead im sitting in the corner with my power book, and headphones,
listening to this tyler hilton song i cant stop listening to.
and im not even listening to a real version,
ive got the youtube video open on another web page and i just keep replaying it over and over.

it says hes gotten 11,977 views
but to be honest, the last 8 or so have been me, here in sweden,
this song really is insanely good,
hes really insanely good.

anyways
sweden,
the week has gotten off to a great start.
im working with an artist named
ilse delange who is one of the biggest acts ever in holland,
and macho psycho a brilliant production duo here im sweden.

one day into the trip, and already one really good song done.
it feels good,
like im finding my words again.

the song came very naturally,
and it feels so honest.

5 more days here,
and hopefully 5 just as amazingly easy songs will come out,
you never know.

its so funny how aware of things you are when you are in a place you arent familiar with,
i walked home in the rain tonight,
something i love to do,
but it felt like a brand new experience,
like i had never felt rain before.
is that weird,
im hearing voices differently,
and so in tune with things.
i guess i should be like that at home,
paying close attention to everyone and everything,
but i lose it at home,

i stick out like a sore thumb here.
jenn cut my hair off,
its the shortest its been since i was in 8th grade.
and my beard is at winter level,
big and bushy.

and i feel akward here,
my beard tripping around all the pretty and skinny and perfectly styled blonde people.

at least i can say sorry.

tomorrow?