Under the midday sun

At home at my parents', on the backyard, in the midst of buzzing bees, singing birds and lovely smells of freshly cut grass. Peace and quiet and sun and ice cream.

It's almost one month since my last time in the good old Jyväskylä. During that month I have seen another set of beautiful European cities, communicated in six languages (if you count the wobbly tries of a few simple words what it comes to the strangest ones), memorised three more metromaps, got myself new favourite bakeries, restaurants and cafes, swam in the Mediterranean sea, drank "shampoo" and liked it, midnight-bicycled in the warmth and darkness through the streets of Barcelona's old town, bought way too many summer clothes for a Nordic person, got wet by Easteuropean rain and sun-burned by the heath of Catalunya, seen a ballet-premier in the Staatsoper and the Philharmonics live in the Schönbrunn castle with some 100 000 Viennese around me. And so many other things that would make no sense describing in words, most of all that everyday life with good friends in another surroundings where I felt I could breath more freely.

Now it's a July for good moments and good friends here at home country. I was just invited to the Osthrobothnia - the most controversial county to me and finally I think I am going again. And I should read heaps to be able to write this book of hundred pages that is suppoused to represent everything I've learned during the past six years of my life: the so called Pro Gradu. Nevertheless the topic is of great interest to me, my motivation is as low as it can be. And then I picture myself sitting the upcoming long autumn days at the library by Alvar Aalto, writing writing writing. Of course, there is some kind of romance in that picture, too.

I don't really have that many things to say. Or maybe I have so many I cannot produce it anymore. I am waiting to be able to talk and update with my friends here, first, and maybe after that I can share another thought again.