Saturday, May 29
Karusellkärlek; kärleks tills man kräks.
So yesterday after arriving to Jönköping where my mom lives, we went for a walk around town. There's a big market here this weekend, and the old carneval (that use to come to town when I was a kid too) was here. The rain was drizzling down and the air was thick with buttery popcorn smell and children's shrieks and I remembered all those nights when I was 13 or 14 and we'd stay out really late going on the rides over and over again until we threw up all over our platform sandals. Oh, the good old days! Don't you just love that special sadness that only carnevals can possess?