I’ve lost my key.
You know, that small key I always carry with a thin chain around my neck. The one with tiny crystals.
I can’t find it. I’ve known for some time that it’s gone, I was hoping to find it while unpacking my things, that I’d packed it by accident. But I can’t find it!
It took me years to find the perfect key, it’s the first time EVER that I’ve got myself something like that. The symbolism was obvious to most people, and it was perfect. I always carried the key to my heart.
As far as I know I’ve had it after I got back from Chicago which LUCKILY means that I didn’t forget it there, but that also means that I lost it here in Härnösand. I’ll try to go to the other apartment tonight to look for it because seriously. I need it. That key has followed me everywhere, and it will do again.

I’ll soon start making lunch, Lars is coming here and he’ll be hungry. But first, iron some more clothes!
Ciao!