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Haven`t writen in a while

Nope. Nothing bad has happened. The fact is just that I'm currently in my home country doing an internship. Spending the weeks in the capital (or main town as I recall that childhood me used to think it was called.. although that would have been the direct translation from both my mothertongues..oh well), the evenings at friends sofas and mattrasses- a few nights here, a week or two there, and the weekends in my hometown + the archipelago cabin 4 hours away. I'm a bit too much on the go to find a writers flow, I haven't even opened up my "Keep Growing" notebook which I do carry around, even on my lunchbreak, just incase. But nothing.
Emotions arent intensed, not even my period is letting it kick in.. instead I'm sitting here, hot on a balcony in the burning sun (dont ask why.. I was only making it worse) while the other kind of pms.. the my body has a fever before it begins kind, is twitching through my body like a jojo.
Things are good though, and I'm trying (as always) to concentrate on that. The friends I get to see after a long time- the love they found, the steps they took, the kids they know have which they a few years where dreaming about. New people, lives, stories, inspiration found in collegues. I think I can make it there too.
Anyway, that was that for now. My not so clean Acer is loosing its power. I promise to write something next week. There are ideas and a few words on their way; like Lemon on the Loose, Lime and Soda (about growing old) and I'm about to add things to my last post Body Image, I felt like it was left hanging.
*added later at 00, in the evening my friends; couple I am staying with (funny as they can get <3) offered me some white wine (as a medication and celebration for the monthly troubles) this celebrating perspective will now become a reaccuring tradition- should be a public holiday ;) .
But now seriously
Goodnight,
From Sunny (*later dark and warm) Helsinki

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