Strange how these needs to jot it down all comes in droves. One two, and there I am again. Not long things like riverbend. Amazing. Still trying to fit these clothes on - I suppose. Not that long things scare me, they just don't seem to come naturally. some would say this indicates an empty life, devoid of things worth telling, but i have come to think the opposite is just as true. Sometimes you are so busy coping with the "small" things that there is not much time left for discussing it. It's true, i am less depressed now than ten years ago, much due to the fact that there is no time for it. The kids and making food, and working, and cleaning, and sometimes reading a little is just so much.
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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