Today it really hit he: moving. Leaving Helsinki, my home of 18 years. For a moment It felt sad for the first time. I've been wanting to move and pursue my dreams since I was 13 but suddenly leaving my old life behind has started to give me cold feet. I couldn't get my act together so I roamed around Helsinki for 2h and once I got back I bursted into tears on my door step. I'm not being a big baby over this but its the fact that I don't really see myself moving back (here) once I leave. And it is the little things I'll miss like not being able to go for lunch to my Grandparents house on Sundays or ride my bike to town. Now when all of this is becoming a reality instead of just a distant dream I guess what I'm feeling is normal. I came up with about 1½ reasons why I'd still live here in a years time and those reasons are personal, things I haven't shared with anyone. But in the long run, who knows what life will have to offer? I just can't help thinking about all the people I never met in this town and whom I would have gotten along with. In the other hand I feel like too many people repress themselves with their own arrogance. You can't just chat up with people with out them thinking you've got an ulterior motive! So I guess I need new surroundings. Unfortunately I haven't got a script for my life so I'll just have to take it day by day and it should all be good.


Floordrobe. Ih no time to clean.