So I guess it's time for me to tell something about those 2weeks.
And things I've done. People I've met. Places I've gone.
Getting back to F-land started in San Diego, CA, USA.
I woke up at 5 after about 3 hrs of sleep. Still, as I was walking out of the house I had as my home for over a year, I felt like I was just going somewhere, just to come back. Soon. Maybe after 2 weeks. Now it has been 2 weeks. I'm still here. And not going anywhere. But I'm still waiting that suddenly I get an email with the tickets and just print them and go. But thats not gonna happen until I have money to buy those tickets. And thats not gonna happen until I find a job. Which is pretty unlikely at the moment.
The flights were OK. I had a windowseat at every plan I was in. The guy next to me(he was american, but originally from somewhere else)was very nice, even though we didnt talk that much. On the european flight I had the whole row of seats for myself! HAH. Another thing that the planes had in common, in addition to the window seat they provided for me, was the they were all BROKEN when we were supposed to start boarding! Navigation,fuel tank, engine.. So not just something small or irrelevant. In München, at the gate to the plane to Helsinki, I encountered some finnish people. A little younger than me. Girls. And guess what -they hated me! They looked at me, saw my american football team -shirt and started talking. LOUD AND IN FINNISH..Like I was unable to understand them. They complained how all americans think they r something special and go around the places wearing all kinds of shirts that yell "AMERICA".. And other stuff. They talked sooo much shit about the US. And then, one girl said: "But it would be so great to go there! To the US!" And all the other girls agreed.
For a while when we were landing I was happy for a second. It tooked so beautiful. It meaning the cloud next to us.
The F-land that looked at me back from the window was just.. plain. But I guess that's the beauty in F-land. Being plain. No extra stuff. Not too many ppl. Nothing too fancy. Being "too" fancy is for Russia and its people. Thats just something I've heard.
In Helsinki I got my bags and started waiting for my sister. I bought a bottle of somekind of blueberry-soda-ish drink.. It cost me €3! It tasted bad. And when the checkout counter's lady said "Kolme euroa."(=3euros.) I thought(in side my head..or so I thought!) "Oh shut up.." but it turned out I said it out loud. Nice. It felt so unnatural to hear other people talking Finnish. It felt like..like everyone was wearing the same "unique" necklace/shirt/skirt. That "unique" item you got from your grandma and agreed to wear it just to please her.
I spent the next 2(?) days at my sister's friend's parent's place. It was very nice to see my sister. But all the time all I did was longed back to So-Cal and my people. Slept. Ate. Watched TV. Read some Aku Ankka-comics. And even tried to read some manga she had. At least I tried!
Me and my sister took a train from Tikkurila to Harjavalta. The man who checked our tickets was a great positive surprise! He was talkative and almost actually funny! The female next to me, on the other hand, was SO finnish! When she needed to get pass me(she had the window seat this time..) she just stood up and waited. Then looked at me very intensively.. And I gave up, and let her pass. Although, letting her just stand there until she would open her damn mouth and tell what she needs/wants, did cross my mind..
To my hometown I got on saturday about 3 o'clock. I was so happy. So damn happy. I knew I would be happy to see Nappi, but I was even happier. And the happiness havent faded away.
Still, dont get me wrong, but I'm not happy. I'm extremely happy to be with my baby again but.. Well, there's something I wish I could change.
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