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Sometimes, I talk far too much. Especially if I’m with someone new, someone that I think that I could like, someone who maybe makes me slightly nervous. The talking just won’t stop, as if I can hide all my fears and insecurities by dressing them up in big words. It’s as if I fear theContinue reading “Chapter 19: The courage in silence”

So. Excepting the visits to the kitchen for breakfast and lunch, I haven’t left my bed today. My colleague came to work with a cough yesterday and since we are stuck in a small, dusty archive together, she infected me too. My muscles ache and my throat is sore. Right now, she isn’t my favouriteContinue reading “Chapter 18: From the sick bed”

The first time I went abroad, I was three months old. Dad, mom and me were going to Karpathos, Greece, and I slept all the way on the flight there. A year later, we went again. That’s when I learned to love olives. When I was five, we went to Zimbabwe. My mom was workingContinue reading “Chapter 17: When I was five, I got bitten by a monkey”

The first six months after high school graduation were tough. I had no idea of where I was going and since no one wanted to hire me, I just spent my time at the library, taking long walks or just letting the days pass me by. It was during this period that I discovered theContinue reading “Chapter 16: Me, Natalia and the TV shows”

Monday night: On the verge of tears. What have I been thinking? How could I ever imagine that I can leave, go away, stand on my own two feet on the other side of an ocean and half a continent? It’s only the jitters. Or that’s atleast what I tell myself.

For one who writes a blog as personal as mine, an internet community such as Facebook shouldn’t be a big deal. I started my career as a citizen of the internet at the tender age of 12, when I became ZebraGirl @ Lunarstorm, a Swedish internet community. There, I kept a journal, wrote to myContinue reading “Chapter 14: My thing about Facebook”

I’m reading “The folded world” by Catherynne M. Valente. Queen Hagia, the blemmye, writes: “I told her that this was her story, but if she had been my daughter she would not be so hopeless when it came to letters. I would have taught her to write her own history, how writing is like givingContinue reading “Chapter 13: The origin of need”

I had promised myself that when I finished “Purple Hibiscus” by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie (a beautiful book, by the way, beautiful and horrifying), I wouldn’t borrow any more books from the library. I leave in less than three weeks and it would be so annoying if I had to go when I’m in the middleContinue reading “Chapter 12: The addict in me”

I remember writing a text about this right after I had started studying geography. The new studies meant meeting alot of new people and having alot of those potentially awkward conversations when you try to figure out if this person is someone that you could get along with for the next three years. Quite aContinue reading “Chapter 11: Talking about myself”

I got home on Friday night and started baking karjalanpiirakoita, a kind of Finnish pastry. I felt for some music, went to my CD shelf and picked out a few that I hadn’t listened to for a while. Not really thinking, I started with “More modern short stories by Hello Saferide” and then went onContinue reading “Chapter 10: A Friday night of songs”