This time I’m not at Starbucks. I’m at Espresso House in a Stockholm suburb, in Sollentuna, to be more precise. Stalkers welcome. Which reminds me, I was catfished not too long ago. But that’s another blog post.
The last time I wrote a blog post on Friday the 13th must have been in 2018. I was in New York and life was good. The only difference is that I’m not in New York this time. Although a lot has happened since that day at Starbucks.
After a hot summer we’re heading towards a cosy autumn and a new term. I’m still working as a freelance writer, which might be the only constant. Actually I wasn’t freelancing the last time I wrote on Friday the 13th, I was working for a specific magazine. The freelance life is an exciting one and probably not quite what I imagined.
More news is that I’m playing in a new band I joined almost precisely (can you even say that?) a year ago. We’re called Wrong Band and we’re playing our first show tomorrow in the south of Stockholm. As society slowly starts moving again it’s fun to get out there and play. I love getting on stage and I’ve expressed this several times earlier: the stage is my safe zone. Sitting up there, behind my drums is my happy place. Strange, isn’t it? The place where I’m exposed to everyone’s scrutiny is a place I call “home”.
I don’t really know where I’m going with this post. I guess I just wanted to write something on this remarkable date. I’m still not superstitious.
Song of the day: Stevie Wonder – Superstition