Sixth of December
Last year has been an interesting one for all the Finns. Our beloved home country Finland turns 100 years old. There have been blue colors, special events and waiting all around our country for the whole year. We have talked about it to the point that you could call it too much.
They even sold Suomi/Finland 100 bread, shampoo, toilet paper, alcohol, and rollators. Yeah, we are kind of crazy.
All this partying and celebrating ends today when it is Finland’s independence day. All the Finns (even me from New York) stay the evening in front of their TV screens watching when our president and his wife shake hands with hundreds of people. You will see all the most important Finnish celebrities but also a lot of normal Finns who got invited. Every year it is one of our biggest events but this year Finns have literally gone crazy. (Or is celebrating 100 years of independence usually this big thing?)
Happy 100 years birthday to all my fellow Finnish and Finland!
How are you? I have just returned to home from my almost three weeks long trip around Eastern Europe and like always after coming back home I am kind of lost. I love just relaxing at home but at the same time I have too much time. Nothing has changed even if once again I have learned so many new things.
I have had an adventure that should change the whole world but everything is like before I left. My room is still a big mess and far from the point where I could even think about cleaning it. My family and friends still go to school and work like before I left. Everyone smiles and talks like I had been here all along. They have all the rights to continue their lives like before but it’s hard for me.
Every time I come back I want to leave again even more badly. My feet get itchy and mind wonders thousands of kilometers to other worlds. I can’t stop writing stories of my feelings. Maybe I am just meant to be wanderer who never returns? But then again I know that this three weeks was close to my own limit. Waking up in new city every other day is amazing but gets tiring after a while. I needed this break and still my mind just wants to go despite the tiredness of my body.
Traveling is addictive. It’s a little bit like smoking or using drugs. You know that being on the road all the time won’t be good for you. It’s stressful and it wears down your body. You know you shouldn’t and still you keep looking for those new flights like alcoholic for the bottle. You just have to and that’s it.
I have been at home for two days. Two full days and I already feel like my mind never truly returned. I love being at home. I love seeing my friends and family. I love sleeping in my own bed dreaming endlessly of nothing. I love just being here and relaxing in the safe environment I am used to. I love home but for some reason I can’t enjoy it for 100%. There is always this small voice telling me to go. Go and see new places, new worlds, new miracles.
Is this just me? Or is this one of the traveler problems we all have? Maybe I have just bad case of wanderlust or my mind is tired of the normal life. Whatever the reason is I am not sure how to control this. Writing seems to help. Writing this blog, writing stories and even writing work things. My two passions. Writing and traveling. I have to find the balance between them…
So, have you ever felt like this? What is in your mind after you have returned from big adventure?
Always Lost Viivi
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