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.
Sunday 17 February 2013
Thursday 19 July 2012
Wednesday 18 July 2012
Tuesday 17 July 2012
Sunday 15 July 2012
do not look for me
Maybe one day I'll stop torturing myself with pictures of the sea, but that day is not today.
(The white curtains in my room look like sails sometimes when they billow in the breeze and
I find myself coiling things like the cord of the hoover just to do something familiar with my hands.)
I find myself coiling things like the cord of the hoover just to do something familiar with my hands.)
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