Holiday blogging...

Having a computer close - and nobody around to look at the computer log - has proven beneficial to the overall creativity. Or, maybe we should call it garbage. Emptying of garbage.

It's certainly true that whenever I make this trip I go back to whatever unresolved conflicts with my youth and background that visits me first. No wonder I prefer to hide between my mothers impressive hedges, having tea in the office and venture to the neighbour for coffee.

It's not that I object to nice houses. I like nice houses. I find, however, that I like the clutter of ours, the skewness of Bremers villa, the accessibility and welcoming feeling older houses and apartments have. The lack of emphasis on new tiles, fresher wallpaper and wood floors in all rooms, no less. The kids are three and have their own room. Ok, I'll stop ranting.

Maybe I'm just estranged.

As I mentioned earlier, having time to let the feelings and thoughts in is also a part of this.

Ok, men.

I did a silly thing on Friday, I did the lover's comparison horoscope for both men I've been in touch with recently. Strangely enough both conformed with my thoughts in advance, with more passion, drama and potential conflict with the artist-cum-bicycle-repairman at home, and a smoother passage with the economer that I've gotten in touch with on the internet. Since the tone in messages and on msn have been very friendly, and the meeting was more because of my presence in town, rather than the "relationship" being ready for it, there's no pressure on the potential romantic and/or physical part (as far and I can tell). Anyway, there's some compatibility there. And not just a little.
If I think about that I could get freaked out. Lucky I don't.

In this atmoshpere of villas and two cars per house, I find myself leaning more towards the passionate, quite likely totally hopeless venture, than the other. In a romantic sense, not the friendship, I might add.

Ah, this is a messy blog text. No spark, no edge, no spice.
What it comes down to is - if we're blunt - I want to be wanted. And a tad scared by things that could get serious. That about covers it. I'm a serious kind of girl. With a healthy taste for play, one should hope. Hah.