Sailing are being replaced with motor
You could count the start the finish- line of leg nine in VolvoOceanRace, witch was the first time I met Dave, or you could count it two weeks ago when I boarded Artemis the Grand Soleil 43 and waved god bye to my parents and my brother, sailed out from Sandhamn and begun my adventure.
The flight home, to all you at the pub union jack in London where I know you crossed you fingers for my flight home. And you can have a laugh. As they did construction on the subway line I live on I had to go a bit of a back and forth in the undergroundsystem to reach Heathrow, but I finally did and also in time : ) but I could have taken it much more easy as the plane were an hour and a half delayed… more coffee to me. I got home safe though. Came to a lovely dinner at my sisters and then I packed my apartement down. The musical Chicago were on TV and to the tunes of it i stayed up all night taking down pictures and art from the walls, throwing clothes, shoes and bags into paltic bags some to throw away and others to store in the basement or to bring with me to Sandhamn. Or well almost, I had it all in different places on the floor until seven eleven opened and I could ask for huge plasticbags. When my grandpa and his wife came and picked me up at 10 00 I had just ran down with the last stuffs to the basement. They just looked at me, amazed over the collection of things I were to put into their car and bring with me out to Sandhamn, bur we put it all in. oh yes, they did laugh at me when I brought it all on to the boat. I have rented out my apartement, a friend to a friend moved in Monday and I are to be at Sandhamn for three months to clear my mind and maybe find out what next to do in life.
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