Somehow, after a half a year, I have made my way back to Finland. It shouldn't really be that surprising. I've had the return tickets booked since December, after all. But somehow I'm still a bit surprised to find myself in Helsinki.
Everyone's speaking Finnish. They understand what I'm saying. For better or for worse.
People are so tall.
I don't have to wonder if there's hot water in the shower.
I got complained to by the person behind me in the line in a grocery store because apparently I wasn't moving fast enough standing right behind the person in front of me.
There are no people trying to sell me stuff on the streets. Except the ones collecting money for Unicef or some other charity. And they're not actually trying to sell me anything.
The Sun is warm, instead of burning.
I suddenly feel very tan.
I missed the strawberry season.
Honestly? I don't know what to tell you. It's too soon.
Did I change, because I went to South America for a half a year?
I don't know. Though that's how most change is.
Did I learn something? Of course I did, you don't spend a half a year in a place so completely different than what you're used to and not learn something. But what?
I don't know.
No, I do know one thing.
I learned that everything will work out. Maybe not (nearly) as early as I'd like, but somehow, things will work out, even if at some point I felt like something should already be done, like I'm running out of time. It will work out, even if right on the last possible day.
I don't know.
I'd be lying if I said I'm not glad to be back.
But I'd be lying even more if I said I didn't leave a piece of my heart in South America.
~matu
(So where does the blog go from here? I don't know. We'll have to figure it out some time, probably soon.)
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