time passes on, and it is quite nice. Some people are angry at blogging since it messes with their serarch results. Others call all bloggers moreon without anything to say. One reaction to that was a discussion on the nature of blogs, whether they should be seen as online commentary of daily events, or as diaries. I think they are a bit of both, and mostly written for the hell of it, not caring about the over priced preciousness of so called seriour discourse. It is real nice to let your hair down once in a while, and mostly for yourself, as most input makes little or no sence in this respect to outsiders. That's okay too, it is a part of that freedom. Silly, yes, but so what?
For years i felt like i belonged to some other place. I was born and grew up in Göteborg, on the west coast of Sweden. My father is Swedish, my mother is Finnish. I grew up with my mother, and i always identified with her Finnish roots. Every summer we went to Finland, i learned some (not much) Finnish, and felt like i belonged there.
Turning 20 i decided to move there. I went "home", or so i thought. I quickly discovered that they did not much care for me there. My family relations there were not especially happy to see me, nor did they keep much in touch. The swedish speaking minority was not very open, to put it mildly. I thought we would through a common language be able to communicate, but i soon found out that there was not much in common there.
In short, it would take years to adapt. Hence i have done exactly that, and found a place for me. Now having lived in Helsinki for close to 18 years i consider it "home". But as i walk these streets i realise i am no...
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