i was not here. i was hardly present anywhere.
2012 started in the limelight at the senate square and my year was boosted and shadowed by the blue ball wherever i went. a rewarding ordeal of a year workwise. the hours put in taught in many ways more than the miles of books i read for my dissertation: if i ever was, now i am pragmatic and practically prepared for any ordeal to come.
otherwise i shattered, collected myself, crumbled again, reassembled what i could find of myself with a clingwrap that muddled with its thick layers but still managed to reveal everyone around me how broken i was.
pieces are lost forever. new ones will surely caulk even the most gaping holes.
nonetheless, there were moments of happiness, many of them. i traveled, alone and with friends. i shared meals and moments of drunken exhilaration. i read books on which i wasn't able to concentrate for the past years. i danced for hours.
|blowing off some steam.|
|midsummer and one of the best guarded secrets near my summer cottage.|
|ruisrock with silver.|
|boldly go wherever i want.|
|lavender in stockholm.|
|roxy in stockholm with bff.|
|reminders, part one.|
|fountain and flow festival.|
|restaurant day and hillbilly haystack.|
|reminders, part two.|
|city happenings: laughs, speed and tight curves. this time with my little sis.|
|crazy, impromptu fun.|
|everyday discoveries at suvilahti.|
|farmers' market at teurastamo.|
|lovelies moving to their dream home.|
|london. sitting in a fountain.|
|dear friends getting married. love.|
|iceland. a dream come true. freezing.|
|muru pops down in tytyri and finlandia vodka platinum launch.|
|williamsburg, brooklyn, right after sandy.|
i did not make promises for the new year.
i decided that i would just concentrate on being. being present. being here.