DON'T GO TO FINLAND

I went home to Finland for couple of days for reading week. I loved seeing my family and how normal it felt: my mom said "it's like nobody ever left". My cats were at first bit confused of me being home, then they were super cute and cuddly. Love those furballs.

But I learned something: the timing was not right. My genius plan was to rest for couple of days without thinking about university (expect finishing my first assignment). Great plan, right?

When I came back home to London - honestly the greatest feeling in the world, realising that I was going from home to home - and continued my coursework (had three deadlines this week) it hit me that the way my brain works with languages wasn't happy about the sudden change from English to Finnish and back to English.

It always feels really weird talking Finnish after a while, sometimes I can't even write properly. I forgot words from time to time. And then I got used to my first language again, and while writing my essays I had to use online dictionaries from time to time. I got slower even though usually my writing abilities in English are almost as natural as with Finnish.

So, lesson learned. Next reading week I'm going to sleep for one day and then work work work work and then offer myself with couple of days of rest back home. Because I'm a good student.

Or at least try to be.

Leaving London in the sunrise, returning at the sunset.