Parts of my life

I am born in 1964, 26 February at five minutes past twelve after midnight. Now 61 years ago. And a couple of months.

My first memory came back to me in a dream when i was around twenty years old. IN the dream a photo was made of me. I lost the photo, but it does exist still.

I have many more memories. I will not go over them once more, but you are of course free to read them yourself now.

The past three years i have been working. Simple work. I don’t always like it, but its good for me right now. It is useful. I help people with cleaning up their homes. Not my ultimate wish, but i do enjoy it mostly.

But i do feel sad, scared, some of the time. I know it was my own choosing to sell my house. I can only blame myself. I sometimes wish i hadn’t sold it. On the other hand, i am happy with the past five years and all i experienced in that time.

I simply gotta keep on going.

Salute!