December 2017, Arctic Light Hotel
Happy Birthday, Finland!
The ones who don’t know, Finland turned 100 years old yesterday( the day’s called Independence Day aka Itsenäisyyspäivä). And for the occaions, if I’d say what I’m most grateful for this country, I’d say the Finnish passport (and almost as high would be nature in Lapland). With that, I’ve been able to travel, see the fireworks for Swiss national day (and drink free beer and dance to the morning in the middle of the street) and to get the social security, which might be the best in the world.
For once I was Finland for the party, though as the tradition goes, no proper parties for me. For the ones who don’t know this either, I couldn’t even buy champagne, nor sauna beer for the occasion, because I forgot that I’m in Finland, in where they close the wine and good belgian beer shop (aka Alko) early the day before (and stay closed the party day), and that the supermarket stops selling average beer at 9 PM (I was on that line 5min late this time).
Oh well, it’s been very healthy, sporty and productive celebration. At least I got the sauna.
Hello December, you’re interesting. And not just for the holidays. Last Thursday, I
finally again relocated, and moved into a new flat (totally new btw, with sauna!). And while resting my muscles tired from all the box carrying (it’s top floor flat) I’m also planning the oh-so soon nearing next year, professionally and un-professionally. Life’s a journey and this will definitely be an exciting chapter in mine.
Last week, I read a similar story to mine in here (it’s in finnish, sorry), about being “homeless” for months. For the writer, it has lasted half a year, for me 4 months, literally. Mentally, it has lasted 10 years, from the moment I first time relocated abroad from my original home. And practically, I wasn’t really homeless, but still, it felt like it.
The new flat definitely makes life easier; after five years, I have even a dishwasher, and place for all my sports and travel stuff. Moreover, for few months I have commute of just few hundres meters. Maybe I manage to get into the office before nine some day… Nevertheless, I’m not sure if this feels home. Alhough, it doesn’t need to really feel home. Home is a feeling, sure, but not necessarily tied to a place. Right now I just need a space for my mess and a place to organize that mess. For that this’s almost perfect. Some moments if feels home, some others not. But it’s fine as it is.
During the weekend, I even managed to put some things on the walls and fix the lights myself. Not these on this tree though, but my new designer lights and old Ikea ones are hanging just fine up here. Maybe I should consider turning this into a nordic interior blog off this nordic noir lifestyle one?
Like the author of the other story^ writes, I’ve also felt that during the past years my life has scattered into an unstructured mess. Nordic noir lifestyle. A mess of which I haven’t been fully in charge of. Or well, I’ve done my best trying to keep in charge, but the universe hasn’t always played along. The past years have definitely taught me many important lessons though, like how a situation like the homelessnes doesn’t really help with already messy situation. But you learn to survive and move forward, when you keep your goals clear.
And even though my resume of the last ten years is combined of tiny pieces, periods here and there (not at all like the streamlined career curve it should look like), it’s been eye-opening and rewarding ten years, for many reasons. During these years, I’ve tried many different things, jobs and places. Some I’ve liked a lot, even fell in love with, others not so much. Nevertheless, they all have taught me something. And if one looks very carefully, one can see that the curve is upwards still. It requires a closer look and maybe a bit longer talk with me to see all the details and things between the lines, and what really binds it all together, but it’s there. And right now, I couldn’t feel more comfortable with it. And determined to put all that experience into real action.
When I sit here and write this in my new flat, in the shiny new 44 square meters (including sauna) and look around, I can only think of a sentence which desrcibes this perfectly. You’ve come a long way, baby.
There’s the shoes I bought from Stockholm when living there ten years ago. And then there’s the cups I bought for my first student flat. There’s study books from Norway and chocolate boxes from Brussels. Map of Berner Alps from my Swiss home, and the medal from the finished Jungfrau marathon. There’s dictionaries from the time before smartphones (I’m btw addicted to Duolingo now) and the management books I picked up from post, on my way to pick up my moving pizza, on this Friday.
These all tell a story of an interesting journey which isn’t finished yet. Though I migh be pausing now, drinking wine for this finalized phase, for the first advent and for the full moon. And if you’re wondering the title, then before I go I’ll let you know that once again relocation costs weren’t covered. I do wonder does anyone ever get those, or is it just a thing for the past…
I’ll end this story with few snaps from past weeks. I’ve been a bit jealous for friends in the Alps, in where it seems to be the best season opening in years. It’s been quite nice in here too, but not the mountains I really miss.
Luckily, it’s not many days left ’till I’m down there too and fingers crossed there’s some pow and good moments left for me too. Untill that, I keep on training, working and thinking the perfect organization for the
stuff mess in my flat.