Swedish girl is now a Finnish girl

The 'moving back honeymoon' is over and the reality finally kicked in. I mean life in Estonia is hard, the struggle is truly real. The things that seemed normal before, do not feel so anymore. I'm not here to complain, but Sweden has ruined me for good. Lately I have been disappointed by the Estonian healthcare system, public transport, the mentality of Estonians overall and don't get me started with pay numbers. I know that the life I achieved in Stockholm did not come easy, I struggled hard before getting a job and so on, however I felt so much happier there daily, there were much less stress. Even on the busiest day I didn't feel that stressed as I do here in Estonia on a normal 'easy' day. 

I don't mean work-stress, I mean: 

"how do I get to work after I missed the bus that runs every hour" stress

"how can I get my sick-leave running as the doctor is not answering  the phone and maybe I have cancer, but got an appointment one year from now" stress

"I work as much as I did in Sweden, I am useful and skilled, I am the same person, but why do I earn three times less now" stress

"I want to have a child together with my boyfriend, but the world is a scary place" stress

and the most important

"why Netflix in Estonia has so little content, I cannot really chill" stress.

*I love my new job and my friends, so I just keep on keeping on*

Last two weeks I have been to Helsingfors more often than my lifetime combined.

At the office in Helsinki:

The marketing team.

(my boss was wearing exact same clothes as I was, great minds think alike):

In vino veritas:

After work and before hotel beauty sleep

the Estonian meets up with her dearest Muumitrolls Finns.

Erasmus love 4ever!:

Back in Tallinn and the Sunday dinner tradition with dear friends.

Grown-up points 100:

Sometimes I have to do Auntie chores and take my little cousin to Finland, 

despite my high fever and fear of boats. 

However the fencing tournament was badass and he looked so cute:

All the stress is gone with him.

My favourite person:

Culture trip to Tartu. ERM, airbnb and pumpkin risotto.

Embracing that Estonia does not only equal Tallinn, we took a little culture trip to Tartu. Sorry dad for I have sinned, but I have never been sober in that town. I have had my most embarrassing moments there...but hey, NO RAGRETS! 

This time we kept it classy: rented a cosy Airbnb, visited the newly opened Estonian National Museum and well, drank little vino afterwards.

Embrace yourselves,

 the winter is coming:

Some just follow and some are trendsetters.

He got bullied that day for taking the sunglasses with him.

Who would have known that it was going to be the only sunny day that winter?:

The happiness of just randomly walking into Mr.Laumets during the first minute in Tartu.

(In Estonia one does not simply walk 200m without meeting someone you know):

One does travel with style:

First time at ERM and trying to figure out the exhibition:

Eastsiders:

The historian is having an orgasm:

Maybe just looking at the distance,

 but maybe I put my tongue against cold glass and it got stuck...:

There's always this one guy who swims against the mainstream:

The ERM is cool, very-very cool:

Liquid dinner:

Snow and cold temperatures were out,

interesting talks and warm hearts were in:

What's cooking, good-looking?

(actually nothing, since Markus & Co made all the food and I was completely useless):

The moment when Pärna told us the story how he picked a school when he was seven.

I mean 90's and our parents were crazy:

Just to show our children in the future how flexible their parents were:

"Vahel tundub veider, kuid su mõttest aru saan."

Or maybe he does not like Taukar that much:

Thinking about how magnets work:

The womanizer in the action:

Passport picture:

My peeps:

Bye, bye Tartu. Bye, bye Savisaar!

Sa oled kivist ja mina olen puust
kuid suuri sõnu kuuleb mõlemate suust.
Ma olen Tartu ja sina oled Tallinn!

First week back in Estonia

I have unpacked my boxes and started thinking in Estonian again, 

which means I am settled in, I guess. 

New job. New routines. 

Same boyfriends to kiss. 

Discovering Estonia again, the good and the bad...

yet missing Sweden so so so so so much.

 Kan någon höra av sig och prata Svenska med mig så att jag inte glömmer det? Eller fixa proxy IP för att jag inte har sett Paradise Hotel på två veckor. 

Working class hero from Monday to Friday, but at Friday night things start to happen.

The best being back home is driving a car (no friends, no family, fak dat). I so enjoy being the sober driver and taking my drunk boyfriend and bestie home while listening Kendrick Lamar loud and proud.

3am, yo!

The people party like crazy here and alcohol is everywhere!

On Saturday night I couldn't refuse the liquid dinner, as my dear friend had a 'moving in' party.

"The ceiling is too low for the kinky sex poses. Look!"

The amount of quality people in this room is too damn high!

My friends and ME ME ME ME!:

Made a joke and people liked it. 

YEAH!: 

"Tell us how much do you miss your girlfriend who lives in Amsterdam.":

Sing with Jaak Joala voice: 

"Minu südames sa elad, kenas päiksepoolses toas.

Minu südames sa elad, suure armastuse loal.

Minu südames sa elad, seda keelata ei saa, 
sest mu südamesse sisse oled kirjutatud sa."

Straight and Curly:

HANDS UP WHO HAS BEEN A GOOD GIRL THIS YEAR!

The boys and the tram:

They are my centre when I spin away:

The lights are on but nobody's home:

Borrowing happiness from the next day:

SUCH MUCH GOOD PARTY! 

Good company:

On Sunday it was difficult to exist,

however these girls brought me back to life:

A tradition was made: Sunday dinner at a friends house.

How grown-up are we?

Eat, sleep, work and repeat. Until it's Friday again.

Messy situation however I will survive thanks to friends.:

Jag kommer att gip härifrån - Last day at work.

I am sitting at Arlanda airport and waiting for my boarding. 

This is it! I am leaving Stockholm for now and new adventures await. 

*fights tears*

This a story about my last day at work and a "Goodbye" party full of so much love that no words cannot describe how blessed, thankful and happy I am to have had the possibility to meet these lovely people. MINA GÄRIS ♥♥♥! 

"Käraste Kristel, kollega och vän Baltikum väntar och vi får ses sen I livets ryggsäck bär du på glitter Så mycket mer värme än de flesta besitter. När du svär på svenska blir jag helt kär Om du hatar H&M har du en plats här Glöm inte bort oss för vi kommer minnas I kingarnas hjärta kommer du finnas Saknar dig redan bästa du Ikväll ska vi skratta men det är sorgligt just nu." - Linn G ♥

Last morning start together.

Waking up ungodly hour and starting your workday 7am makes the people loco poco sugarloops:

Chocolate cake + alcohol-free bubbly + strong coffee = cray-cray sugar rush:

It felt really strange to have the last day at work.

Tried to say goodbye to my bitches, but they just turned their backs on me:

A small power-nap later it was time to pop the champagne,

liquid dinner was in order:

"One more drink, madame!":

And then they kissed and lived happily ever after:

The moment you find out that Estrella chips aren't 100% vegan:

I can't believe that so many people showed up!

I can't believe how much fun we had!

I can't believe how well my camera self-timer works:

M O N K I !:

Kendall Jenner and us:

One does not simply miss Idol Sverige and Liam Cacatian.

Makes girls happy since 1997...wait what?! how old is he?!:

The silence between chaos and party moment,

Liam made us breathless and our bodies started to feel weird:

Hej, hej.

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Norrlänningar have the warmest smile

because it needs to melt all the snow and ice away:

Gangsta rap made me do it:

The moment you remember that you have a day off tomorrow: 

Biting my plastic cup makes me feel sexy:

Monki is one fertile workplace:

"Hmm, moving to Stockholm might have had the best idea ever!":

"I'll just rest my face for a little":

The moment I speak Swedish and people are like "What the hell is she saying??!":

The usual. Rape from Göteborg:

"Oh, I didn't know that the picture is taken.":

Time for emotional speeches:

She delivered a poem she wrote for me (look at the beginning of this post).

Aaaaaaand I started crying. So fucking grateful!:

The moment you try to be as energetic as your friend, 

but you just need that extra drink before:

It's Friday! Friday!

Gotta get down on Friday!:

The beatmaster Chrystal Cunt and the rap queen Cebbe Cash (och hemliga Jonny):

Some snaps were received and sent out:

The moment you forget the lyrics,

however the crowd is still pleased:

Always got her back:

Time to say "Hej Då"!

The last ones standing:

Lucky that my ass fit into the frame:

When it's time to head to the club 

and you look like a queen:

Stay calm and techno!:

Blurry dance-floor with mah göörls!

YAAASSS QUEEN!:

Then it was time to leave. Ebba and I had a glamorous 4am McDonald's dinner/breakfast. I was a bit drunk as I ordered "One McDonald meal, please". FOOD I NEED DAMN IT! The next morning I woke up to a phone-call from my boyfriend, who came to pick my stuff up. Needless to say I had slept 4h and was probably still drunk (no beauty-sleep, just ugly-sleep) 

Here he is testing if my pulse is still beating:

The love shared that night gives me so much energy now. 

TACK och jag älskar er!