It´s time to say good bye to Hobbes, my Volvo. Tomorrow I´ll drive it to the junk yard and after that a friend will pick me up and drive me to my new car Piglet. Yes I have always had names on my cars :-) it´s an old tradition in my family. My mothers cars was always called Kleopatra and a number. All my cars have had different names though. My first car, a Citroen DS21 was called Bettan. A typical name for ones first car, but after that they became more personal. Usually I don´t name them until I´ve been driving them for a while. I must get the feeling of the car. One Volvo I had was called Eyeore. It had just that personality :-) Since I know the current owner of my next car I´ve seen it quite often and has always seen it as Piglet.

My sailboat had the name Winnie the Pooh. It was a bit slow but very friendly. It never did anything extra ordinary and could always be trusted to slowly go where I wanted. I never used the engine on that boat. My friend who tought me to sail hated engines and said that if I started to trust the engine to bring me where I wanted I would be completely lost if it broke down. I actully think he was right there. When friends didn´t dare leaving port when the engine broke (they always brake when most needed :-) ), I simply set sails and sailed away. The only time I tried to use it I hit a jetty just because I didn´t understood if I should steer the boat with the rudder or the engine :-) But to be honest, I was never a good sailor, so I didn´t miss my boat when I sold it and moved to the country side.

I was used to be in the country side even before I moved there. I had rented cottages for years before the move, but still it was a different thing to actully live here. When comming up over a weekend one has a tendensy to think bad roads are a bit charming. That it´s no problems when the closest store is miles away and that it´s impossible to travel by bus, because it goes on a sceduel that doesn´t fit anyone :-) But one adjusts to the cirkumstanses and these things becomes minor irritations. I remember that I in the beginning sort of forgot that I´d moved up here until I was half way to Gothenburg :-) Realising that made me so happy that it actully hurt. In the beginning was it difficult falling asleep because it was so silent here. On weekends I was used to the silence, but on weekdays I sort of missed the sounds from the traffic and the trams. Nowdays I can´t sleep in the city at all.
Have a great day now!