Sitting in the bus and driving back home, to Tartu. My time in Tallinn has gone by fast, i mean i almost didn't recognize how fast these 3 days have passed. Studyng new things and getting to know the things i have to deal with in my new work all that is interesting. Being away from home, that's something different.
When i was in the army i was away from home for weeks, sometimes even months not visiting my home. I almost forgot how it was back home. Now when i go to Tallinn for 5 days, this week only 3 days, then it feels strange again. It feels like these days have been weeks or even months. When i come back home, i feel so happy being with my family and having all the everyday things around me. If i'd had to go away from Tartu for the rest of my life and start a new life somewhere else, i don't know how it would feel like. First time it would be fun and interesting of course, but on the other hand i'd miss home like crazy. And i suppose it feels even more different when you know inside that this time you ain't going back home, because you already have a new home and have to get used to it.
As my mostly loved girlfriend says home is where the heart is. True. You'll have the feeling always inside where-ever you might settle down and have your new home. Right now my home was in Tallinn. My so-called second family is in Tallinn, till the 24th of may. The hotel room, every week it's different, my new co-workers with whom i study together but few of them will be my actual co-workers in Tartu. Let's say 2 of them. That's my second home and family besides my real family.
The summer has arrived. Well, actually it's still spring but it seems like the spring has been skipped. It's around 20 degrees outside and a very typical summer weather in Estonia, but not this time of the year. It's strange. And it's really dry. So many fires have been reported in the past 2 weeks and there's so few firemen right now. If this would be Colorado and Rocky Mountains, i'd say the summer is ruined because the campfires are not allowed. Campfires were the biggest parties, not because of the drinking, no-no, but because of the fun and people who were telling stories and singing and then drinking beer. This symbiousis had a great affect on our everyday life working in the camp and getting to know all the other people around the world and of course from the States.
When i was in the army i was away from home for weeks, sometimes even months not visiting my home. I almost forgot how it was back home. Now when i go to Tallinn for 5 days, this week only 3 days, then it feels strange again. It feels like these days have been weeks or even months. When i come back home, i feel so happy being with my family and having all the everyday things around me. If i'd had to go away from Tartu for the rest of my life and start a new life somewhere else, i don't know how it would feel like. First time it would be fun and interesting of course, but on the other hand i'd miss home like crazy. And i suppose it feels even more different when you know inside that this time you ain't going back home, because you already have a new home and have to get used to it.
As my mostly loved girlfriend says home is where the heart is. True. You'll have the feeling always inside where-ever you might settle down and have your new home. Right now my home was in Tallinn. My so-called second family is in Tallinn, till the 24th of may. The hotel room, every week it's different, my new co-workers with whom i study together but few of them will be my actual co-workers in Tartu. Let's say 2 of them. That's my second home and family besides my real family.
The summer has arrived. Well, actually it's still spring but it seems like the spring has been skipped. It's around 20 degrees outside and a very typical summer weather in Estonia, but not this time of the year. It's strange. And it's really dry. So many fires have been reported in the past 2 weeks and there's so few firemen right now. If this would be Colorado and Rocky Mountains, i'd say the summer is ruined because the campfires are not allowed. Campfires were the biggest parties, not because of the drinking, no-no, but because of the fun and people who were telling stories and singing and then drinking beer. This symbiousis had a great affect on our everyday life working in the camp and getting to know all the other people around the world and of course from the States.
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