my dear family...

I visited my uncle and his family last tuesday. they were all very worried about me going to vienna for a whole year - they'll miss me. I had to promise them (and that not only once but twice) that I'll visit them again before leaving. the funny part of the story is that before last tuesday I saw them very shortly at my cousin's confirmation party last july, so it's nothing new they won't see me for a year, but as I'm not going to vaasa but abroad, it's all different.

the situation reminded me of my exchange year in germany. two months before I was supposed to return to finland my class mates started to tell me how much they are going to miss me once I'm gone. excuse me? instead of telling me that, they could have done something with me as long as I was there, but no. it all seemed to be just a polite gesture. I just missed the politeness of it.

my granny has given up all hope with me and my cousins. the urge to see the world seems to run in the family. we're eight cousins and two of them live in sweden, one in belgium, one spent a year in luxembourg and switzerland, I spent two in germany... and all of us love travelling. my dad keeps telling her that he spends his holidays in the canary islands (even though he's in fact in thailand) because he doesn't want to worry her. it's no use: she knows the truth anyway. so, instead of worrying, she just asks me where I'm next going to and for how long.

for those who are wondering the same: on wednesday to poland for five days. ;-)