i used to rule the world

Every now and then I will get a little ambush of melancholy that washes over me. The fact that I don't have many days left in this beautiful city creeps up on me every time I'm on the tram at night back home from somewhere, from school, from a project meeting in some cafe in town, anywhere. I see the lights flashing by, blurred by the raindrops still plastered on the windows even after the rain has stopped. The Christmas lights here are not fantastic, but it must be the European architecture of Gothenburg that makes the lights, and the city, look beautiful.

How is it that the months that I've hoped for so long came so slowly, yet pass so quickly now that they're here?