I am back at the hostel. You might think I'm a silly and blasé tourist, who'd rather be blogging about instead of visiting Oslo, but the reason I came back so early is that the said hostel is located on the highest hill around, and I wanted to see the sunset over the city and the harbour. The sight is absolutely breath-taking and I have been taking pictures for the past half-hour.

Another reason for my early return was the bloody cold outside. Sorry, but I can't hang around the streets for that long by minus I-don't-want-to-know-how-many degrees, especially knowing that I shall be leaving the hostel tomorrow at 4am latest. Bracing.


This, and if I want to be really honest, I somehow thought that the earlier I'd be in bed tonight, the sooner the day on which I'm coming back to London would arrive.

After almost three weeks away, I am entirely, completely, totally looking forward to it. I am usually the kind of person who feels at home wherever she goes (and that helped me a lot seeing how much travelling I did since I was 16), but I have to say, I never felt so much at home like in The House. Might be somehow related with the fact that I never lived for that long in any place before, even for half that time...
And I miss it.
I can picture it from here: my room, my futon, my bath, my bed, my kitchen, the Usual Suspects, my friends, "my" places to go out, the shitty but warmer British weather, the "joys" of London transports...

And sex.

It is only fair to say I haven't been getting any since I left, and I am slowly loosing my mind.

I don't know how anyone can disagree with this, but to me, London is the only place where getting laid is that easy. (Unless you need to pay, in that case, go to Amsterdam) I've lived in quite a few capital cities, and let's face it, probably because of its specific drinking culture, London is the world capital of the one-night-stand.

I am not saying that it is difficult to find a willing partner in other big cities -believe me, anywhere is easy as long as there are people around- but merely that the whole dating/casual-drunken sex scene is so normalised it's a wonder the British population hasn't tripled last year.

Anyway, I am loosing my track. I wasn't saying that I couldn't get laid because I was too much used to the London standards, but just that I was very eager to go back to them...
It is not entirely fair to say that I didn't because of constant work and constant travelling, since I always managed to fit everything in while working back home.
I think I didn't because of lack of opportunity, and I didn't really wanted to "go and get the opportunity" either.

And I know, whatever I decide, that I won't have to do that much work on it either once I'm back.

OG is being VERY insistant, even though I only replied to one out of four or five of his messages. I really don't know what I am going to do with that one. I don't even know if I really want to see him again. It's been so long! What if I give in, open the door to him, only to take a good look and say: "Sorry darling, I don't think I desire you anymore"? It would be so bad for my karma that I'd probably have to retire in a convent straight away.

And French Guy...
Who writtes me how glad he is to know I'll be back soon, but at the same time reminds me he's still in the middle of his exams, hence can't really do anything before next week-end. (This being said, it suits me perfectly well, as my period is due anyday now.)
Still I don't know what to do with all his mixed messages, and I'd like to see him again very soon, especially if a shag like the last one we had is in the cards...