Private kind of happiness. (Long distant relationshit 3.0)

I actually have more pictures from my trip to Estonia, but I will pause it for now, since I have a story to tell. I came back to Sweden alone and Fred stayed in Estonia, he will be there at least four months. Or maybe even longer...nothing is sure right now except that we have once again entered the jackpot zone called "Long distant relationshit". NB! Do not recommend, sucks really hard. So after week and a half (wow how long) apart I bought Fred tickets to come here for five days. Despite being together is better, I'm so glad that we first think on ourselves and then we plan how it would suit with our partner. Independent woman with a great man! 

♡♡♡

The story starts somewhere over the clouds between Estonia and Sweden:

We have moved to a new place and I'm working full time now = grown-up points 10. 

But sometimes fuck rules and routine:

When I was alone I just came home tired, went to sleep, then back to work and repeat.

With Fred we tried to be really active and used the quality time 110%.

Have you noticed that it is summer?:

Blueberry alert!:

We I live now close to sandy (rare thing in Sweden) beach,

so we checked it out with the sexy mister:

He went all in:

The water is warm, he said.

I did not believe him:

Heja sommarmys:

After a long and stressful day at work, 

there he was with warm food, kisses and cold cocktails.

LIFE'S GOOD!

Too short hair to be a Rapunzel,

but I wanted that man up in my room:

He waited me outside my work everyday when I finished,

he had fresh homemade smoothie with.

IMPOSSIBRU not to love him!

I know that you want to puke on this lovey-lovey post, but whatever.

He got me flowers and he's so cool:

Finally came the weekend and we could actually spend some time together,

the most romantic place to go = ghetto.

After we had bought plane-tickets to Italy (!!!),

we spent the whole day at the beach preparing our white asses for the trip:

I even took a dip,

since Fred took my life-vest with:

Then sun disappeared and thunderstorm took over,

so we thought the best idea is to go to sit at an open area to watch the lighting:

After realising it was a stupid idea, we took our booze and cheese to J's place:

Boys:

The closest thing to threesome:

Why Saturdays are for?

Pull the whore,

by her toe:

Some fucks were given:

Testing the construction of J's new apartment:

"Honey, it is time to go home."

"I am a sinner who's probably gonna sin again
Lord forgive me, Lord forgive me":

They see me rollin'

they hatin':

As he pushed me home he said: "Forever."

And I replied the same:

The mood today. He just left to the airport.

"I love you in the morning when you are hangover."

Midsummer at Hiiumaa with alpacas

The six days I spent in the east side went by too damn fast. 

After graduations I abandoned high heels and fancy clothes as we took off to Hiiumaa/Ösel to celebrate neverending nights with my friends.

"Oh, keeruta, kudruta kavalat juttu, 
kuldtärniga nooruke sõjamees sa. 
Me ööd on nii valged ja kuluvad ruttu, 
et linalakk-neidu sa püüda ei saa."

The ferry queues in Estonia are ridiculous, 

so the cars stayed behind and intoxication came with.

Catching up with friends during the summer bliss:

The midnight Hiiumaa welcomed us.

Moderat - Let in the light

"Das is Volkswagen":

The greatest ideas were generated, which lead us to an alpaca farm.

Hello, three little fluffs:

Trying to buy my new boyfriend off with a carrot:

Embrace yourselves, alpaca pictures are coming...

COME HOME WITH ME!

The cosmetic companies would use those lashes in their commercials:

My legs after not shaving for two weeks:

Slavic squat, alpaca squat:

"Two alpacas, please. Take away":

Alpaca matafaka:

The white one played especially hard to get:

Later on we followed the Midsummer traditions by making wreaths and trying to find fern blossoms:

We are eager to dream about our future husbands and wives that night, 

like the folk tradition promised:

This ass is on fiiiiireeee *sing with Alicia Keys voice*:

This is the moment when the host is still happy,

little did he know how annoying guests we can be.

As he went to sleep, we did not accept that. 

We did everything possible so he would wake up and play "Uka-uka mina prii" with us at 4AM:

MTV please pimp our ride:

The city kids were flying high:

Mister Dragon:

My mister makes the best hangover pancakes:

Thank you Hiiumaa, thank you friends and thank you Jaan!

Voldemar 27

Well, long time ago (Eesti krooni ajal, noh) I really really wanted to be an actor. I mean from 5th grade on I was sure I'm going to Lavakas and my relatives were prepared to have a starving artist in the family. The time came and I even got to Lavaka second round, but was rejected. Funny thing was that I wasn't that sad, I mean I was in love and just graduated from high school...life was good. I made new plans and goals, it has gone really nicely.

However years later my friends got in, which made me root for them. I used loved being on stage, now I am professional audience material. Finally the 4 year bootcamp is over and my friends are all grown up. Lavakas 27 graduated! Hõissa!

I'm like a proud mama (I did cry a little at the ceremony):

Toomklubi nunnad,

we are tight, those two are the tightest:

"Be strong and conquer the Estonian theatres,

so I could come to your Tähelaev to talk about your embarrassing stories on TV."

This lamp you can't buy at IKEA:

The kickass family 

(I'm proud that some K's course-mates thought I was his sister, 

so for a second I also belonged to the family):

K told me before Lavakas that "Please hit me if I start talking some artsy gibberish while looking at the clouds...or when I find a girl there." Ok, I didn't hit him of course, because Viking Loto jackpot!

The Sopranos.

The families unite:

Bloody hell, I even put really high heels on for this event

and I still only reach his bellybutton: 

The bootcamp is over,

back to the daylight:

Some flowers were given,

some hugs were received:

The teacher and the student:

So much happiness was around us, that even Chinese tourists stopped to take pictures:

"Remember that night in Tartu...":

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That girl is golden and deserves kisses

 (Also she is my personal hairdresser and no one has never made me feel so beautiful. Thank you E!)

Love...:

...love:

*I was a bit starstruck to say the least*

HURRRAA!!

Keep on keeping on/ Läbi sita tähtede poole.

While living abroad I have come to realise how kick ass Estonian theatre really is. I mean truly madly deeply, wow! I miss it so so so much. SHUT UP AND TAKE MY MONEY!

And of course I miss my friends, to the moon and back.