Usually a new life starts with ticket plane in your hands. Mine it’s a one-way ticket from Milan to Helsinki Finland
After 3 hours I was at home…my new home. I’ve looked at that door for a moment then I put in the key and I’ve opened it…”Yes! That’s my home! My Finnish home!”
I’ve left my luggage into the closet and I’ve took a look all around. The kitchen, the living room, the bedroom and the bathroom. Then the “balcony” that in Finnish is called: "lasitettu".
“Wow! I’m at home! I’m at home!”
I placed the dog’s bowls in a comfortable corner and I’ve feed him! It was really happy…it seems to be excited too about this our new house!
I’ve took a look again while a smile was growing up from my face “I’m at home” I said to myself “I’m at home…”
The day after I woke up into a finnish bed, placed into a finnish room, part of a finnish house!
I’ve looked through the finnish windows, covered by finnish curtains and I’ve seen the finnish sky, the finnish crows and the finnish pine trees!
I’ve woke up and I’ve gone out with my dog for its first walk of the day breathing finnish air, walking along a finnish street and seeing finnish people. “Yeah! I’m at home mates!”
I’ve came back at home and I’ve had my first finnish breakfast! It wasn’t a typical finnish breakfast but all the things I ate yes, they were! Not milk but “maito” with “sokeri” and “kofeiiniton pikakahvi” and some “kaura-omena” biscuits ehm, sorry, “keksit”
“Yes! I’m at home folks!!!”
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