And if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born in /
Then it's time to go /
And define your destination /
There's so many different places to call home

Definitely feeling like a tourist here sometimes. Not always in a bad way, certainly not when sitting on waterfronts and lazing the day away.

I'm selling my stuff (well, not that stuff...) down at Valtteri in the morning, come see a tired and weary me and finance my future travels!

Summer goosebumps and dirty skin.

I'm trying to learn how to make people miss me. It's starting to take its toll on me.

Sunday mornings when days become mornings and evenings become days. It's already dark and I'm rearranging furniture and wearing ugly 90's mom-jeans and an ugly beanie and feeling irrationally lonely. The bruises on my legs are starting to fade and I recall the time when I believed that the healing of an injury meant the end of an era. I bet it still does but I'm not aware of it yet.

Lola vs. Powerman & The Moneyground is making me feel like I'm on a journey, a long way away. It's such a cliché but I'm yearning for Berlin in Spring and Southern Europe in Summer. There's a long Winter ahead but it's all going to be alright.