Why?

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After I posted three(four?) chapters dedicated to Finland, some people are probably wondering why do I love it so much? And it's not just for the views, even though that's also a  huge factor.

I have been going to Finland since I was 9 months. Every winter or spring, or summer we would go there with my whole family, including my granddad, and spend our holidays there. So, of course, during all those years I have made quite a few memories.

I remember how, when I was little, my dad would attach sleds by a rope to his waist( not the type of sleds that huskies pull, just kid's plastic ones😅). And I'd sit in them, in fifteen layers of clothes, while my dad was skiing. I have flipped over a few times but it actually made the experience even more fun!

As I got a bit older, I'd ski on my own, but my dad would always have a rope with him in case I got tired, and I would just hold onto it and he'd pull me.

There is a 15 km ski track( I am talking about cross country skiing btw) and it's quite a tough one because there is a two km uphill at the end. The only way how my dad would be able to convince me to go there was if he promised to take me to a little cute cafe at the top of the hill, where they sold cinnamon buns and a hot berry drink. I was quite the manipulator when I was little.

I remember going to this playground with my granddad and brother, where they had a little house, and my brother and I would always sit there, drink tea out and eat sweets. Then we'd have a music concert, where we would find some branches and bang them on any metal thing we could find. It probably didn't sound that nice but we thought we were The Beatles, if not Queen. 🤣

There are many more different memories but I don't want to bore you out too much.

Now, when I come there, it's like a full on trip through my childhood. Every place reminds me of something specific and I feel super nostalgic. When I come back, it feels like I have never left. Everything is so familiar and just screams "home, comfort, peace".

That's why I say that it's my second home. In my opinion, home is a place where you feel the most safe and comfortable. And Finland is that for me. Every time I go there I get so excited and happy.

This year was really tough, and I know that even more, maybe even scarier things are going to happen, but that trip really did make me feel better. I was finally enjoying my life.

Now that I am back, I am trying my hardest to not lose that happy spirit. Things are already not as good as they were but I am trying my best to not fall back into that dark hole I crawled out of not long ago.

So yeah, this is a little explanation why Finland means so much to me.

Hope you enjoyed it!

Love you guys
-M
❤️

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