Finland Pt. 2 🇫🇮

I have this calendar next to my desk, it’s a Finnish nightmares calendar. Fin’s are kinda awkward, but they seem to be able to make fun of themselves pretty well. I’ve mentioned it in previous posts. On the calendar right now is my next adventure, Rome. On Tuesday I’ll be heading to Rome for seven days. Next is a planned trip to Paris and then a confirmed trip to Sweden on a cruise for a few days. So lots of travel, lots of adventures and plenty of stories to tell.

So Rome? I’ve always wanted to go, I studied classical history in University and to get a chance to see things I’ve only read about will be the chance of a lifetime. Another cool thing about the trip is, I’ll be going alone. I know, it’s unsafe, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take, and I will get to do things on my own schedule. I’m going to Rome, I’ll be going to the Colosseum, the Pantheon, and the Trevi Fountain. Yes, all very touristy and yes all the perfect place for me to get pickpocketed. Then I’m off to Naples, to see Mt. Vesuvius and the ruins of Pompeii… oh, and there are beaches there so that’ll be fun. Oh, and what would a trip to Rome be without a trip to the Vatican? Religion is a passion of mine, a low key passion of mine and I think seeing St. Peter’s Square will be something incredible to witness.

On the calendar is also my return date home. I’ve been in Finland for 62 Days. When I got here, before I got here, I had a list of places I wanted to go and see. Slowly I’ve been knocking those down. The other thing was to escape my comfort zone. Now that I have the power of hindsight I can see how incredibly fucking stupid that was of me. Coming here with a list of places to see is one thing, but coming here with an agenda to escape my comfort zone was stupid. It was stupid because having a plan or schedule or a course of action for something like this is like planning for life. Silly. I kept a list when I got here about all the differences between home and Finland. It’s kinda cool, and eventually, I’ll post it, but its made me miss home. I made me focus on all the wrong things instead of just going with the flow. It got to the point where I just started looking for differences.

This is hard for me to admit but being away from home, all the things I love, the comforts, the freedoms not only make me miss home but makes me think about how scared I’ve been since I got here. I’m away from all the things I’ve ever known, all the people and routines. I miss them, I miss them a lot. I know I won’t be the same when I get home, but I’m also sad because I miss those things that make home, home so much.

I’m looking forward to the next 64 days abroad, but I’m just going to let them happen. 64 Days and I’ll be home; home is something I’ve been missing lately. I’ve made it this far.