Change

So here I am. I found this site once while trying to locate my professor. The man is hideously hard to find and even harder to catch. It usually takes a lot of investigation and i stumbled into Vox in an attempt to find the guy (he was in Sweden at the time). He's a really nice professor though, so usually it doesn't matter that he can't be found. The best lectures I've been on have been held by this man, and that's a lot to say because I'm usually hard to impress because of the fact that I spend most lectures napping...

I thought about starting to write a blog because as you all should know by now, I suck at writing letters. And this way I can write about all the things that amaze me and that very few have the energy to discuss with me. And if you don't like it or have interest in the matter, don't read it! Fantastic.

Today seems as good a time as any to start sharing my incoherent thoughts with the world, as I'm pondering quite a few things. Moving to Helsinki really scares me, mostly because I'm not particularly fond of the city, but at the same time, the thought of pulling my roots and heading for something new seems kinda exciting. I hate tha fact that I finally found the apartment of my dreams and didn't get to live in that wonderland even for a year, and that I'm now moving to a place that is furnished by someones grandmother. Samis' grandma owns the place, and she's been living in Spain for the last decade, but still entertains the thought of moving back home when she's older, so nothing has been changed in the apartment for the last 10 years. Flowery couches, pictures of indians, mexican hats and windchymes fill the apartment, but on the other hand: due to these circumstances, the rent is cheap. Very, very cheap. And for now, it seems like that place would be more a home in between real homes. I sure hope so.

Apart from the apartment (no pun intended) a lot of things are going on. Just trying to relocate all my shoes and clothes is a project in itself. Learning to scubadive, and it feels more fun and natural than walking. All those years swimming must've left me partially fishy (teehee). At times it feels too natural since I've forgotten a few times to put the regulator in my mouth before going under and taking a huge breath. You learn fast not to forget that way, though.
I've also sunk my head below the surface to take a peek a few times, before noticing that my goggles are still on the back of my head instead of my eyes...
I'm also thinking about doing a tandem-skydive. Two problems here: 1) I'm scared of hights. Shit-scared of hights. 2) I doubt there's a guy huge enough to do the tandem-jump with me to push me out of the plane if I suddenly decide "I don't think I wanna".
Lots of change, lots of fun.