Now I’ve worked every day for 24 days..
Haven’t washed any clothes, my appartment look like a messed up dungeon.
Some empty bottles of wine close to my bed, and the smell of cigarettes..
I’ve been busy like hell. But I like it..
For 2 weeks ago me and my buddy Martin opened our own flyfishing-store here in Sweden.
We are finally fullfilling on of our biggest dreams.
But nothing comes for free..
Everyday I listen to people who have been fishing, are fishing and going for some fishing..
Honestly, I haven’t thought about fishing..
Maybe, I’m sick of it?
Or just waiting for something to press the on-button..