First Day
Getting ready to sleep. Yesssss. Wish my laptop could be powered up because it is easier for me to journal that way. I want to write about how it is the little things that tell you you are foreign, like how the toilets in Europe are built differently and how the grocery stores in Finland are more organized, and that with these new things, in a foreign country it is almost like being a baby again, you have to assume everyone knows better than you and just mimic them. Usually it works. Tampere left me with a strange feeling that I cannot entirely shake, but I wish I could. When I am in my room sometimes it feels like it is moving or rocking. It might be residual from travelling so much. Or this section of the house is more 'responsive' to everyone moving around downstairs? I dunno.
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