In the morning, I felt miserable. I didn’t want to go. I haven’t felt this feeling for a very long time. When I was younger I felt like this when I had to leave my aunt or when we returned from a lovely vacation. I haven’t felt so safe and home and good at a place like I did in Ilomantsi, and my heart broke when we left. The morning was pretty short. A fast breakfast, then we prepared our bags and the car and left around nine because an eight-hour drive laid ahead of us.
When we waved goodbye, I was looking forward to the long drive, because I had time to find out what I wanted to do when I return to Helsinki and my flat. Somehow this weekend made me asking myself what I want to reach this year and made me question what I was doing and why. But that is another story for another time.
How have you spent New Year’s Eve?