finns are funny. I am often frustrated by this culture that is so wrapped up in it’s greatness and pettiness that they can’t see life outside the box. my 12-year old little sister announced the other day she wants live like Tiia; free and in nature. bless her heart. her ambition is admirable and I am truly impressed by her drive to spend every weekend outside. kick ass, girl!

as always I love being home, I have finally recovered from my jet lag. have managed to sleep a few nights all the way through consecutively. the urge to pass out standing and to vomit from tiredness during the day has receded and my shits have started to arrive earlier everyday. ha!

I get to spend lots of quality time with my family. last night us women spent a night together, made tacos and drank champagne. paha porvari. I love spending time with them and I love spending time with my sisters. I truly have a remarkable family. what will I ever do without my mother?

if there’s one place I always take great enjoyment from running is here. at Pispalan Harju. there’s something about these trails, they’re just easy enough, short enough, yet long enough to loop through trails and connect different pathways, ridges and shorelines to my loop. I love running here. watching the sullen faces of the finns. everyone looks like they’re pissed. no one smiles and they’ll never greet you. I often wonder if they’re aware of the look on their faces. my sister and I spoke about this the other day, how come it’s so unnatural to smile and regard someone with pleasant manner. even if you never speak to each other, watch that damn face of yours that you keep twisting into that god awful expression. have you looked in the mirror lately? I regard myself at my ugliest when I don’t smile. perhaps that’s why fins are not regarded as pretty because our/their faces? naama aina norsunvitulla. and the fact that come winter, the finns only know two colors: black and grey. no wonder you’re fucking depressed. how about some yellow, huh? or orange? or spring green? us knows no seasons for it’s color choices.

life’s too short to wear black.

life is good. I love being home. I love being with my family. I love being busy, doing the work I do.