Life, death and best friends.

Dear readers...

This week my best friend, extra grandmother and nanny died. She was 89 years old. She has been my friend since I was a baby. As I grew, I spent almost every Saturday at her home, watching TV, eating good food and talking about life. Oftentimes we took a nap in between TV programmes, we played cards and had fun. I miss her a lot. But I know we will meet again. The thing is, I can't see a reason why we wouldn't meet again. Like a soul could just dissolve into nothing. I'm looking forward to seeing her again. If you think about it, it will be put pretty soon. I have maybe 50-40 years left on earth. One year goes by so fast.

I have spent most of my summer here in Jakobstad, at my parents place. On Monday I'm going back home to Tampere. I have come to realise that my home really is there. It's there I grew up, it's there I've experienced my happiest, most sad, hardest and funniest moments. I really love it, my home town...

I am so lucky, I have the opportunity to live in my childhood home. I've got a bedroom, a library and a living room, a kitchen and bathroom. Not everyone has a library... okay, I'm a grown woman, I'm 37 and independent. But most women my age have a family, I have the luxury of living by myself in a very nice home.

I have truly been blessed.

This summer I have been spending time with my family and friends. I have been very very busy. Almost too busy. I am looking forward to just taking it easy and getting back to the routines and ordinary way of life.