It's part of human nature to have the tendency to get used to a specific lifestyle. We have specific interests and preferences and the way we develop ourselves is highly based on them. What is going to happen, then, if our routine changes? (I have never wanted to follow a routine. Indeed, I have always wished for the contrary. I always wanted to distinguish myself from others and do extraordinary things, because this way only I could feel important. However, a routine is a completely different thing than stability and balance). We might start to think that we are too unstable and that we miss our old happy life. For my part, I started school again, in the hope that I would find back my old self - I would find this innocent and adventurous girl that was inside me until six months before. However, since the first week, I would notice several flaws that school had and indeed I used to talk to my classmates about these: the professors are too incomprehensible, books are imperfect etc. During the second week, I started finding justifications like: I'm too tired, I'm bored, I want to play music etc.
I spent the weekend, two weeks after I had started University again, with my Finnish friends and we went trekking and camping in Inari, Finland, in a place, close to the borders with Norway.
"So, you have decided to move on with your studies, right?", they asked.
"Yeah, and I feel rather satisfied with my decision", I lied.
"And what about your bands?"
"Oh, I keep on being involved with these too".
Then, they laughed and said: "Hey, you can't do that. You can't keep up with both. You have to choose: studies or band?"
Going back to Tromsø, I felt really confused. I didn't know what I finally wanted. Right, I loved Geology. But did I eventually want to become a geologist or do something else in my life? For almost thirteen years, I had a dream of becoming a geologist. But now I was facing such a crucial dilemma. On Thursday morning I went to school looking really frowned. I sat at the back, playing with my hair. I couldn't even keep track of the lecture. I was thinking of grandpa Lauri's last words: that I should do what I love and not compromise with all I must do. I smiled slyly and looked at the professor. He was talking about the problems that we will come up with, if we water the flower leaves in the morning. What the hell?? Did he really need to say that? Most of us have grown up in rural places. Then I thought: How possible can that be? I wanted to study Geology. Instead of talking to us about carbon 13 and magmas, is he just teaching us about the correct way of watering the flowers?
Well, that was it! You see, enough is enough. I silently picked up my whole stuff and before I got the chance to leave, Frida, the girl at the front whispered to me:
"Are you leaving?"
"I got too tired", I replied. "Good luck with your graduation".
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At some point in the noon, I was busy at home. I gazed at the sea from the window's view and I was almost in tears. I'll miss it, I thought. I would always leave the keys on the keyhole, in case someone wanted to visit. As I had grown up in a village, I wasn't scared at the thought that someone would get in. Whatsoever, nobody had ever broken into my house in that city. So, at first the landlady came in and I handed her the money and signed a contract to leave.
"In an hour, I'll have been out", I said.
While packing up my things and getting my luggage ready, I heard the door opening and someone walking in the corridor. Then, I heard Johanna's voice:
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INGRID (ENGLISH VERSION)
General FictionThis is the story I have been so long writing, in its English version. It is a fictional story and refers to the life and personal details of a supposed 40-year-old Norwegian musician, author and poet-ess. She is supposed to write her own autobiogra...
