Sunday, February 24, 2008

Going home

I will fly home to Finland tonight. I am extreamly grateful to all my friends who, once again, have let me stay at their homes in a middle of their busy lifes. It's unbelieable that I have had such a good luck with finding all these people and that they seem to tolerate my constant need for help and favours. Thank you, thank you, thank you. I can't thank you enough.

The kid will be sleeping when I arrive tonight. We'll see what kind of protest he will create when he wakes up tomorrow morning. I don't care, I want to be where he is. I'm his mother.

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Meow

Four nights left before going back home! Four nights left to party? Even a thought of partying four nights in row makes me feel extreamly tired.

Last night I was at a class mate's. We had a fun and loud "Singstar" session. My best performance was Duran Duran's "Rio".

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Patterns

I've been to Sweden for a week now. Another week to go and I can go back home and study there. I am looking forward to that, both being at home and studying there.

Last night was an opening here at the gallery (that's where I'm writing). I didn't count how many glasses of wine I managed to drink. Quite a many would be my guess, concidering the headache I have. Both me and the artist wore the same patterns. In the morning patterns had moved under my eyes and I guess they're there to stay. One can't fight wrinkles.

Sunday, February 03, 2008

Mom's Birthday

We celebrated my mother's birthday today by preparing her a dinner. She said it was terribly strange just to sit and wait while other people did all the cooking.

The kid announced at the airport that he hates me and that he doesn't want me to come to his home. Poor kid. I had missed him too. It isn't easy to be apart from each others for any of us. I still have to be in Sweden and back at least until the end of March. Wish us strength.

It's good to be back home anyway.

Friday, February 01, 2008

Home

I'll go home tomorrow. I'll be at home a bit more than a week. M and the kid'll come to the airport to fetch me. I guess there'll "public tears"-moment ahead. I have missed the boy terribly much.