Boxing this day
Tuesday, December 26, 2006

It's physically tough typing this. I'm writing on a shaky train from Hallsberg to Enkoping. After this we'll board a bus back to Uppsala. I've come to separate these holiday travel days from anything resembling comfort. The old saying "getting there is half the fun" is absolutely true. On the way down to Motala we rode in backseat comfort, stopped for some tasty fast food and listened to Billy Idol. "Fun?" you ask. Yes, I guess it was. It was easy, a no-brainer, at least. Coming back to our apartment will be nice. I'm planning on catching some English Premier League football on TV and having a beer. But I will have to work for it. It will get to the time of the day when we step into our building with tired legs and these over-stuffed bags and have to wait for the elevator to come down and it'll be just one of the obstacles to conquer.
I wanted to use about five semicolons in the above paragraph but I didn't. I tend to construct sentences that sound too long, so I bust them up into two equal parts with a semicolon. But I just got done reading a short piece by Kurt Vonnegut called Here is a Lesson in Creative Writing where he says that the only thing that semicolons accomplish is that they prove you've been to college. (The train conductor just nearly spilled into me and mine. The train felt like it wanted to jump the goddamned tracks). So I'll listen to Mr. Vonnegut for the time being and try to get through this without them just because he didn’t' use semicolons in his essay and it turned out to be a pretty good read. We'll call it another challenge to add into the travel day mix.
So we're on this train in our last-minute discounted seats. Ok, we're sitting in the family section. In front of me is a Plexiglas-encased playground. If the train does that almost jumped off the track thing the kids just slam into the clear walls, usually unharmed. Babies are screaming and laughing. The parents here in Sweden are for the most part incredibly patient and calm. Of course this temperament works because if the parents aren't fucking crazy then the kids tend to be less fucking crazy. So why am I writing this? Everyone is doing what he or she should be doing. These families want to get home as bad as I do.
No complaints actually and I'm writing this because it's passing the time. This little girl in a stroller keeps saying "hej" "hej" "hej" to strangers. No one doesn't say "hej" back. The screaming kid has stopped screaming. This train is connecting people back to the places where they are most comfortable. We've said our goodbyes and now it's back to work and routine. It's back to what we do with ourselves to feel normal.
The holidays are equally stressful as they are rewarding. It's hard for me to be so far away from my family back in Illinois during this time of year. But it's getting easier taking on these new traditions here in Sweden. Christmas Eve here is the day when everything festive happens. Christmas day is all about eating leftovers and letting yourself sprawl all over couches and beds in the afternoon. Yesterday, Christmas Day, we took a walk down a section of Motala's beach under a gray sky in the chilly air. We definitely weren't the only people taking this walk. It was another something to do to pass the easy hours of the non-active day. I worked on my language skills, speaking nearly only Swedish during the past few days. I spoke drunk Swedish and polite family-style Swedish (both very important). I made it a point to enjoy everything I could and not miss home too much. The hardest was Christmas morning. That will always be the hardest.
If you've read this far, then I suppose it's fair to you to tell you that I don't have a fancy way of wrapping up all of these loose ends. I'll tag this blog with a stream of consciousness note. It got me from Hallsberg to Enkoping, that's for sure. These tracks roll out over empty fields through quiet towns. All of the houses are red and yellow and the churches are white. A mother stands to my left and while reading a book and rocking her baby’s stroller back and forth she's keeping her balance.
10. Grizzly Bear - Yellow House
9. Milosh - Meme
8. The Like Young - Last Secrets
7. Four Tet - DJ Kicks
6. James Figurine - Mistake, Mistake, Mistake, Mistake
5. The Whitest Boy Alive - Dreams
4. Schneider TM - Skoda Mluvit
3. The Blow - Paper Television
2. Various Artists - Kompakt Total 7
1. The Radio Dept. - Pet Grief









