It's midsummer this weekend. Although in the UK you couldn't tell. It's the weekend of Glastonbury festival and the druids and hippies did their celebrating at Stonehenge on the day of the summer solstice, but there's nothing like the Finnish "juhannus". No bank holiday, no bonfires, no mass evacuation from the cities to the countryside to have saunas, swim in the lakes and get drunk. No post juhannus body count in the media, but no midnigth sun neither!
On the night of the 21st I was looking for a webcam from Finland to give someone an idea of what the light nights out there are like (although they most likely already knew... it was probably more for me...) and ended up looking at the sun come up in Rovaniemi at 2:30 am. In London it was just past midnight and the night outside my window was as dark as ever, with clouds cathering for another rain. Wholy s*** how I felt homesick!
Sometimes it's hard to live far away from home, roots and family, but there's also something good in being away from where you're from. It's fairly easy to divide your heart between two places (or more!). Every time I have fallen in love with somewhere, I've gotten richer and smarter. You always take something with you from the places that you've known. (I guess it's the same as with people. Only less painful. Yey for geographic promiscuity! But I'm not for any other type of promiscuity. Just to make it clear...)
And I know home will always be waiting for me, in some shape or form if I want to go back. Atleast the midnight sun.
There's a picture of the hearbreaking sunrise in the previous post.
On the night of the 21st I was looking for a webcam from Finland to give someone an idea of what the light nights out there are like (although they most likely already knew... it was probably more for me...) and ended up looking at the sun come up in Rovaniemi at 2:30 am. In London it was just past midnight and the night outside my window was as dark as ever, with clouds cathering for another rain. Wholy s*** how I felt homesick!
Sometimes it's hard to live far away from home, roots and family, but there's also something good in being away from where you're from. It's fairly easy to divide your heart between two places (or more!). Every time I have fallen in love with somewhere, I've gotten richer and smarter. You always take something with you from the places that you've known. (I guess it's the same as with people. Only less painful. Yey for geographic promiscuity! But I'm not for any other type of promiscuity. Just to make it clear...)
And I know home will always be waiting for me, in some shape or form if I want to go back. Atleast the midnight sun.
There's a picture of the hearbreaking sunrise in the previous post.