I FEEL LIKE HOME

<< Lights will guide you home,

and ignite your bones.

And I will try to fix you >>

(I fix you - Coldplay)

I’m tired. I’ve been ironed for two days! Yesterday I received my stuff from Italy so I spent my time to tidy up my things into this my new home!

Let me say: I’ve ironed about 200 clothes (t-shirts, shirts, dresses, pants…and more!)

Then I’ve placed my books, cds, dvds, my drawings, and of course my “dreamcatcher” at the top of my bed!

It’s strange to see my personal things here with me, on the other side of the world into a new home…

In the afternoon I’ve had a break and I’ve been seated in my balcony which in finnish is called “lasitettu” reading a book…a special book. It’s been written by one of my special friends “Emanuele Dabbono” an extraordinary guy, a beautiful mind, a wonderful soul. He is a songwriter, he is a Poet, he is a dreamer. He has taught to me so many things about this our own life. “Never give up, Mary” he says “never stop dreaming...”. In my dark moments he’s been as an angelic guide, a sort of a lighthouse into a storm, a north star in the night, the hand which held tight my hand when I thought I was going down to the abyss. He made me strong and brave and he helped me to stay up when everything was against me and the sky seemed to crash down upon me.

There are persons who come into your life by chance, very special persons who help you before you ask them, persons who are always present even if they live miles and miles away from you. Because distances are nothing if there’s no distance between hearts. Friendship is all that. To heard the sound of a tears in the night, listen to the silence of the soul, to feel the sorrow of the heart. These are the things that a very special friend can do for you. A shelter from the rain…this means to me…Thank you Poet…

Another day is over…another day in my Finland.

I can’t help thinking I’m here for real. This time isn’t a dream, isn’t a desire, this time it’s true. I’m here. Every time I watch through the window I can see the blue sky, the green and majestic trees, Pekka (a squirrel) which runs through the branches, the Finns who come out from the sauna and they cross the little park (common area) without their clothes but only with a bath towel around their waist just covering the "so-called-forbidden-zone" or in other lucky case they wear a bathrobe! Sometimes the Finns look very odd to me. They are so bizarre and they do strange things…but, let me say that people: they are funny! They are the funniest creatures in this world! Friendly, odd, shy, polite, kind and beautiful too. Yes, because you have to know that Finns are beautiful: in, out and all around.

Wonderful souls, into a beautiful shell, with a beautiful mind. I love Finnish people. Their culture and traditions, their past, their history, their being the way they are make them wonderful people.

I feel honoured and I thank my fate every night before I go to sleep for its permission of let me stay among to these people. I love them and I love this Country more and more, day after day. I know that this Country and these people can turn me into a better person.

I feel blessed…

I feel lucky…

I feel happy… 

Finland is my heart.

I love you my motherland, thanks for keeping me at your home...