back on track

Yesterday was probably the turning point. I went to take a swim, kill some time, in Vesturbaejarlaug and i thought on my way home: “there is nothing like Hofsvallagata at 16:22 on a sunny Tuesday.” Because there's not. the light on the houses is not to be found anywhere else.
Met Anna and went to Babalú, had an orange/cranberry juice and went to Kaffibarinn.
It was a Tuesday like any other tuesday and the playlist was perfect and a whole bunch of Swedes showed up and i stayed there for about six hours. Walking home with Hanna in broken shoes.
Things are strange here; today I was offered both my old jobs without even asking for it: very different from the situation in Sweden. I’ll see what I’ll do, but it is good having some choices.
Talked to George in Indian Mango for about two hours about travelling, the India-Kashmir-Pakistan conflict and marmite. Now, when things are good, my marmite has gotten its flavour back.
The tea has not.
Went to see Júlíus and had a coffee with him and Kári in Prikid, and went home to have more tea and toast.
GOD, i’m social!!