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Hi there, sorry for not writing in a while. Don't have an excuse.
The weather is changing here in Toronto. It has been a few days in a row where the temperature has gone down pretty low. This morning I believe it was just a few degrees - suddenly the air feels so pure, clean and fresh. The humidity has kind of disappeared. 

I've had such a nice feeling inside of me the last week or so. I've felt like I'm at home. Every time I go outside and breath the air I feel like I'm back in Orsa or Mora, running at the tracks with my friends at Prastholmens IP.
I think of all those chilly evenings we have spent out there together exercising until it gets too dark and we barely can see each other. I think of how much we always laugh, about all the silly things we chat about and that we always discuss why we don't get to have the spotlights turned on over the whole stadium (when the football players apparently can). I think of when it gets too cold and we have to move into the, oh so well-known "running corridor" at S:t Mikaelsskolan. I think of how the first words from everyones mouth as we enter the "running-corridor" always is "omg I can't breath in here, it's no ventilation at all."

But that time, just before we had to move our training indoors, was amazing. I loved it. Just loved it. The fresh air, the dark evenings....it's something about it. I love to train with a base layer, a buff, my headband, my IFK Mora jacket and tights. Nothing takes that. It's cold enough to make you wanna keep up a good pace and there's no heat to make you exhausted - it's just perfect.

Saknar alla er friidrottare. Hoppas ni tranar pa ute pa Prastis i era tights och understall <3

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Morning!
Have been sipping my coffee, reading blogs and news on my laptop for almost 2 hours. It's Sunday so in my opinion it's ok. Went to a friends housewarming party yesterday evening with Annaliis and Kadi, so today I'm feeling a bit tired. Gonna make some breakfast soon and get ready for the gym. Yesterday at the gym I realized that I can do the rowing machine even though my heel still hurts - wohooo!

What else? Oh, this past Wednesday I saw a concert with Alt-J! I went with Matt, his friend Harry, his roomie Kate and a friend to Harry. It was great. Their music is probably not the easiest to do justice live, but I thought they did it really well. In the end it started rain like crazy so we all got soaked before we got home, but it was all good - was just happy to get to see them.

Hejhej,

Everyone, be careful out there today cause it's Friday the 13th! Jeeeez. Haven't got hit by any cars so far, but the day isn't over yet. Gonna try to keep a low profile and NOT take any stupied chances...

The last few weeks have been a bit up and down. One of the reasons i've felt a bit down is because I haven't been able to exercise a lot cause of the bike accident. Exercising is for sure a big part of my life and even if I'm not always motivated it is something I need to do for myself to feel good. Even though it has only been 2 weeks it's still affecting my mood in a negative way. However, I have been to the gym a few times to exercise my upper body, but I haven't been able to do anything for my legs. My foot is still not good. I wonder when I'll be able to run again...

This morning I worked my first few hours at the Swedish Bakeshop. It was fun! We made some quiches, soups and sweets. I worked with Anna who owns the Bakeshop and also is Swedish, so I got to speak some Swedish - haven't done that for a while. I'll start work there sometimes during the weekends and when they need extra help.

I feel more and more comfortable with my English nowadays and I feel that I can express myself the way I want to more often, but it's still so nice to be able to speak Swedish from time to time - as today with Anna at the Bakeshop. It's not only the actual languages that are different, it's the way Canadians vs Swedish (and most likely all scandinavian) people speak. For instance how we emphasize certain words and there's so many expressions that arn't even possible to translate. Also, in Sweden, we're not as loud, expressive and convincing as I find Canadians (North americans) are when they talk. I know I'm generalizing, but there's definitily a diffrence. Most people I've met almost over-articulate when they speak - or to me it sounds like that anyways. It's a lot of differences in the way we communicate and I find it quite interesting.

About something else....I'm at the end of season 4 on LOST right now. It's sooo good. Whenever I have some time over I watch it. Don't judge me, I simply can't help it.

Hi there,

It's been three days since I had my bike accident and I feel much better. My foot is still swollen and is starting to shift in the colours of blue, purple and red, but it doesn't hurt as much as before.  

So, this past Saturday I was on my way to work on my bike. There was, as always, a lot of traffic on Queen Street and lots of parked cars on the side of the road. When there's parked cars on the side it's not a lot of space between  the cars, the people biking and the people driving cars or streetcars - with other words it's fucking dangerous, but that's just how it is. 
   I was half-way to work, just outside the fire station, when a car door slams up right in front of me and my bike. I just remember realizing for a quarter of a second that I won't have time to turn. So I fell to the left, into the car lane. Unluckely it comes a car just when I hit the ground and it doesn't have time to stop. When I saw the car coming towards me, I thought it was it, that I was going to die. It's the worst feeling I've ever had in my life. 
 
Next thing I remember is lying on the ground breathing way too fast, hearing people telling me not to move, and that the ambulance is on their way. After a few minutes I try to get up, but my foot hurts so a few firefighters that were just around the corner came and helped me. There were so many lovely people staying around while waiting for the ambulance, just talking to me and telling me everything's gonna be alright. 

   At the hospital they exrayed my foot and luckely it wasn't broken. Such a relief. Would have taken so much time to be able to walk again if it were. While I was waiting to get my foot exrayed the police came and wanted my version of it all. My version agreed with the version he had got from all the witnesess so he told me that the guy who opened the car door would get charged.

After 3 hours at the hospital I was done and they gave me a pair of crutches (couldn't put weight on my foot). Since my shoulder was also hurt it was a bit tricky to walk with them at first. Got persuaded by Matt to take a cab home instead of the streetcar, which probably was a good idea. Would most likely not been able to actually get on the streetcar,

It was such a relief to come home. As I entered the doorway, all my tensions and feelings just released from my body and I cried like a baby on the floor. The family I live with was up in the cottage for the weekend, Frida just got back to Sweden, Matt was working until 10 pm and Kasia just went to the Galapagos Islands, so I felt a bit lonely. Matt came later - felt good not to be all by myself.

So the last few days have been kinda emotional. Skyped with my family and with Frida - I needed that. Felt ready to go back to work this morning, but Beverley sent me home after 4 hours. Was probably a good idea since it's kinda hard on my foot. I decided to try to walk back home with my crutches instead of taking the streetcar. I usually get kinda irritated at people that walk slowly, but this time I was the slow one so I got frustrated and irritated on myself instead. On my way back home I passed by Carloads to buy some avocados, bananas and spinach and there I meet Laura & Robin who also are doing some grocery shopping so I was able to get a ride with them home. Phuuu. It's really tiring to walk with crutches, especially for the arms and my hurting shoulder.

The next part of all this is to figure out everything with the insurance. As soon as I receive all the receipts and documents from the hospital I'll call the guy who got charged's Insurance Company and hopefully it won't be too complicated to get all my expenses covered. The good thing with all this is that I'm at least learning a lot.

In the future, if I by any chance wouldn't remember my time here in Toronto (not very likely but still), I will always be able to look at my body and recall, cause I'm starting to collect a lot of scars.