six months

Six months of complete silence. My apologies for that.

Six months, which were somewhat unintentional and somewhat completely intended.

I don't really know what happened and I don't really know what's happening right now, all I know is that I've missed this, so much, and the words have been bottled up for long enough, building up in the bones of my fingers.

So much has happened, you wouldn't even believe me if I told you. I've moved out into this ridiculously perfect apartment (like something out of an Astrid Lindgren book, something that should not exist so close to the centre of Helsinki, but somehow does, and somehow here I am), and I am living alone, and I'm studying at a university, and it's not what I had planned but it's somehow pretty darn good either way.

(And, I won't say more than this, and I don't want to jinx anything, so touch wood, but there's a possibility of a place beginning with L and ending with an n. And every time I think about it I feel like puking and laughing out loud, simultaneously.)

I don't know if anyone will be reading this, I don't know what I'm going to do about this whole blogging thing, but I needed to say something, so here I am, ending this radio silence. I hope you are all well, and I hope the past six months have treated you with all the kindness you deserve.