I’ve returned to reality and turned a year older. Luckily older still only means twenty-four. I’m keeping busy planning for my next great adventure. On January 8th I will take off for eight weeks in Kenya to study how theatre can be used to communicate democratic development for my masters thesis in Communication for Development. I don’t understand how I got to be so lucky. To do things that constantly challenges me, to give myself time to grow into whom I want to be, to surround myself with people who inspires me, to be surrounded by people who believe in me and support me. This is a sappy post, but I just received my birthday-present from my mother and it was just one of those things that blows your mind and forces you to contemplate how lucky you are to be walking in your shoes. Thank you. In 16 days my mother will finally return from the sandbox to spend Christmas here in Sweden with me. I can’t wait for early morning discussions about the complexity of nihilism, the midnight–stone-cold–walks along the beach, the answers to the perplexity of life rediscovered in the last drops of the cheapest bottle of bourgogne.