You called an hour early.
I mean here I was, at 8:05 a.m. about to brush my teeth when I see you calling.
You never mentioned our interview was your time, not mine.
Don't worry, Martin have a time difference problem too, I'm used to it.
The surprise attack was good, it didn't give me time to work myself up about all the things that could go wrong.
I thought it was funny how you asked if you woke me up.
God I must have sounded awful!
I said no, I mean I did wake up 5 minutes before you called. It was a long sleepless night anyway.
Marie, it turns out you are just as funny and nice as I would imagine a best friend to be. You even spent about 10 minutes talking about just how bad you thought Eskilstuna was, since, as it turns out, you are from Eskilstuna. You did admit to being spoiled in DC. I would imagine that.
You told me it was a good thing I was going to be living in Gothenburg.
The questions you asked weren't very hard. That was nice of you. I did think it was funny when you would talk about hotel burnings in Eskilstuna, laugh then say.
"Well enough about me, when was Martin born?"
It was like you were trying to catch me off guard. Damn those DC people train you well.
Our conversation didn't last so long, but you did act a little motherly during the time. I thought this was amusing.
"You'll wait to have kids till after university right??"
" Of course we will."
" You know this is a big step and you could just study abroad."
"Yes, I am aware of that"
Oh Marie, I've been through these questions and options a million times. I will be fine.
Really Marie, thank you. You made me feel so much more relaxed even if you did ask me some hard questions and tried to caution me. Just like any best friend would do.
I asked what you thought my chances were.
You said you didn't see any reason they would deny me.
On the other hand, you said if Martin was to apply to live in America, he wouldn't be able to unless he married me or was on a student visa.
I feel superior.
Thanks again for everything,
Love Love
M
I mean here I was, at 8:05 a.m. about to brush my teeth when I see you calling.
You never mentioned our interview was your time, not mine.
Don't worry, Martin have a time difference problem too, I'm used to it.
The surprise attack was good, it didn't give me time to work myself up about all the things that could go wrong.
I thought it was funny how you asked if you woke me up.
God I must have sounded awful!
I said no, I mean I did wake up 5 minutes before you called. It was a long sleepless night anyway.
Marie, it turns out you are just as funny and nice as I would imagine a best friend to be. You even spent about 10 minutes talking about just how bad you thought Eskilstuna was, since, as it turns out, you are from Eskilstuna. You did admit to being spoiled in DC. I would imagine that.
You told me it was a good thing I was going to be living in Gothenburg.
The questions you asked weren't very hard. That was nice of you. I did think it was funny when you would talk about hotel burnings in Eskilstuna, laugh then say.
"Well enough about me, when was Martin born?"
It was like you were trying to catch me off guard. Damn those DC people train you well.
Our conversation didn't last so long, but you did act a little motherly during the time. I thought this was amusing.
"You'll wait to have kids till after university right??"
" Of course we will."
" You know this is a big step and you could just study abroad."
"Yes, I am aware of that"
Oh Marie, I've been through these questions and options a million times. I will be fine.
Really Marie, thank you. You made me feel so much more relaxed even if you did ask me some hard questions and tried to caution me. Just like any best friend would do.
I asked what you thought my chances were.
You said you didn't see any reason they would deny me.
On the other hand, you said if Martin was to apply to live in America, he wouldn't be able to unless he married me or was on a student visa.
I feel superior.
Thanks again for everything,
Love Love
M
p.s. this picture is the image in my head of Eskilstuna the way you spoke abou it.
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