"If, for example, you come at four o'clock in the afternoon, then at three o'clock I shall begin to be happy."

last night i was laying on henna's couch. 2:32am. i was looking out the window, listening to henna and antti breath while sleeping. the sky looked orange, some snowflakes fell down from the sky. what a perfect last sight of kuopio, i thought. what a perfect last feeling. feeling of love, friendship, trust, happiness. feeling of sad goodbyes, hope of happy reunions. i was thinking about the best moments i had had in that city during these years, my dear hometown. i realised that almost all of those moments i had spent with the people i spent the weekend with. i love you guys, so so much. you know who you are.

this weekend was all about wedding planning, tears, hugs, bets, engagement pictures, traditions, sleeping back-to-back with henna (of course!), playing crazy alias, cooking tortillas and fajitas, reading the little prince (that's a link), girls' night, my home ward, hatsalankatu, siilinjärvi. i saw my best friend try on wedding dresses, which we've been waiting for since we were little girls. i couldn't resist walking on memory lane a few times, just wondering how much we've grown up. two of us girls are getting married in the beginning of 2011. mari is almost done with school, she's so hardworking, i admire that so much! i am moving to utah in 34 mornings. we all are going to do such big things with our lives.

this morning, at 8:24am i told kuopio goodbye as we took the exit towards helsinki. i'm a girl with many homes.

laskee uudelleen.........

randomness: i just booked my visa interview. for tomorrow morning, which is in about 10 hours. to make things even better, i've lost my voice, hence i sound like a tiny dinosaur (ok who am i kidding - my boss kept telling me how i sounded like him when he was 13..............). hahah, i'm so looking forward to this! it'll be interesting.

how did i get to this point? well. being sick and going to sweden isn't apparently the best match. but stockholm was great, once again. i had the best time with the best people - old and new. aki's swedish never let us down and stockholm's traffic was horrible (loved getting lost... i mean.. sightseeing tour on sunday). on our way back home we ate a big bag of chocolate and i got bruises in my wrists. i had also missed stockholm's temple, it felt like home.

i loved every second of it. this was a great last trip (in a while) to stockholm.

and of course.... buahah:

yö, natt, night, nuit. bussi, buss, bus, bus.

jokainen matka yöbussissa on seikkailu. jännää, miten oma mielentila säätelee koko kokemusta niin paljon.

väsyneenä läsähdät penkille ipod korvilla, nojaat ikkunaan ja suljet silmät tirkistellen säännöllisin väliajoin, että missä mennään (toisaalta välillä voi myös käydä klassinen nuku pysäkkisi ohi-skenaario). koko muu bussi tuntuu olevan aivan toisessa ulottuvuudessa, koska itse olet unen ja valveen rajamailla. jos ipod on jäänyt kotiin näinä päivinä, on bussimatka hyvin pilalla.

on niitä kertoja, kun kaikki on hasardia. bussissa on lauma humalaisia nuoria, joilla hyvää (ei aina niin hyvää) juttua riittää koko matkalle. kysymyksiä satelee, ja välillä toivot, että voisit jäädä pois seuraavalla pysäkillä. toisinaan on pakko laittaa ipod salaa pauselle ja kuunnella muiden juttuja, naureskellen yksin. jos hyvä tuuri käy, niin viereesi istuu vilhonvuoren kohdalla kevyesti haiseva laitapuolen kulkija, joka alkaa kertomaan elämätarinaansa. ihanaa.

sitten. on näitä öitä, kun istut penkille ei liian väsyneenä, mutta et liian pirteänäkään ja tarkastelet ympärillesi; ihailet helsingin ja moottoriteiden valoja, tarkkailet töölön ja kallion ylihinnoiteltujen asuntojen ikkunoita ja ulkona liikkuvia ihmisiä. ipodista tulee sigur rósia ja ajatukset liikkuvat sopivan harmonisesti. universumi tuntuu läheiseltä ja halattavalta.