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!

Since I last posted anything here I've ended a relationship, almost finished with all of my responsibilities, started cramming for university and started drawing lines on maps to see which way to go in Summer. My dry cider consumption has gone a bit up, and I've made a promise to do something exciting and special each and every weekend from now on, now that I'm free. I'm trying not to fall for the worst things and people there is, this time around.

Right now I'm going through a mental cleanse in the middle of nowhere in Lapland. It does good to try to figure out exactly what you want.

Things are going good (although I'm still looking for someone a bit more special to watch Twin Peaks with).

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.

I can't sleep but I've learned to wake up early again, I mistake Winter winds for signs of Spring and I'm in love with faked independence.

I emptied my closet this morning and covered the floor with corduroy and flannel and cotton. I've been trying to get rid of half of my stuff and give things away but I'm not succeeding much. I get attached to everything so easily.