It has been a year. It has been a year since this handsome, dark eyed boy walked into our living room, shook my hand and stole my heart.
Last Monday was the day I was supposed to write this, as it marked the day for a whole year since I met my sweetheart. But I did not get this written last Monday, or last week. And here I am, a year and a week after that dark Saturday night that changed my life. Resting my fingers on the keyboard for a long time, not knowing what to write or how to explain everything that has been happening lately - in such a short period of time. I have been planing on so many travelling posts, yet I felt like we owe all you readers (and all my dear friends who have been waiting for all the whatsapp messages for way to many weeks) an update of how we are doing right now. Just haven't gotten myself into thinking of how to sum it all up..
So the reason why I have been busy is that my life kind of turned around little over a month back. I never got to explain what happened in my work field earlier this summer, but in August my employer in my very beloved full-time job as a personal assistant told me that the amount of my hours should really be reduced soon. I had known about it for some time and sent applications, but I wasn't too excited about getting out there again and switching jobs since I loved mine so much - had had an amazing year. So home I went that afternoon and sat down thinking what to do. My school would start soon and to cover the fees I would need a full-time job. So I tried my luck and dialed a number to this steak restaurant I had been interviewed right after I came back from America. By that time I had just gotten my other job. But this time I figured would be my second chance. The restaurant manager was happy that I remembered the place and welcomed me warmly, since she had been ready to hire me a year earlier anyway.
And as some of you may have read from some earlier post I became a servant in that steak house. I really liked the place and got a lot of workmates around my age for the very first time (being the youngest writer in the country, you don't really find colleagues in your age..). I worked long hours and stayed overtime if some extra help was needed. Also did I do the acting gigs again. We had a a festival weekend with six shows and I was physically quite tired after running food to customers for 7 - 12,5 hours each day and dancing around the stage for a whole sunny weekend. I loved it, really! But I was tired. Then started school. I had been doing night sifts all week and Friday morning as I headed to school I was so tired that even after 4 cups of free coffee from the machine, I couldn't get my eyes around to stare the teacher and look as interested as the inner me was. My eyes failed me that afternoon, yet I did not fall asleep. When I got to work straight after school I was about to lay down a bench in the backroom for 20 minutes before my shift, but of course the caffeine had kicked in by that.. Same thing the next day.
Luckily earlier that week had I gotten an invitation to be interviewed for a job I had applied for a few months back. Yle. The national radio- and TV-company. With plenty of radio- and TV-channels. I was so excited going to that interview, but not really believing that I would be the one to get the job. Maybe that was something that kept me calm through it all and we had so much fun with the interviewers. And a few hours later I got a phone call that it was a clear choice, they would like to hire me - only me out of almost 70 applicants. After the call me and my roommate were jumping around screaming so that even the sleepiest neighbors would wake up.
So the next Monday - after finishing my last shift in the steak house at 1.00 am - I walked through the gates with maybe 4 hours of sleep bagging under my eyes. I got shown around all the studios, stations, got my work computer and phone and was introduced to so many people. It got rather awkward the days after to bump into someone again and have absolutely no idea who he or she was and what we had talked about earlier.
After the first hour in the office I was asked to come to film a live stream by a director who just happened to start a conversation with me. The next day I took part in a radio planing workshop. The third day I had filmed a project I introduced in a team meeting. And in the end of the week we had the 90 year celebration of the company where I was having a demo. Lately I have filmed and formed some more projects, taken a part in workshops and meetings, been filming live stream twice and filmed an interview in the center city. I have been working with virtual reality and 360-cameras. Today we went to test drive a self driving car and I filmed all the material. And I have absolutely loved it. Such an opportunity! The people are awesome - even though older than me, you don't really see people coming in straight from high school, - so I consider myself lucky!
It has also been very good for Arno and me. Now that I am not working weekends I can spend them with my sweetheart, who still lives in the military base all the weeks. I like being back in the normal work day schedule and have the weekends off. In the evenings I have time to do my homework and school projects or drive to the base to see Arno or take him out for dinner now that they have some more time. It feels so precious to toast with kids' champagne for my new job or split a pizza, play some billiard and talk for hours even tho when at the base there is still no touching allowed. That's why it's sometimes nice to take a little loop to a restaurant or shopping mall somewhere near. Or just drive to the woods, set up a movie night on my laptop in the warm car with a big bag of candy and watch Disney movies as the sun sets.
The weekends have been busy... We have been seeing Arno's father who has come to visit us three times in 1½ months. He met my parents for the first time too this last weekend! We've spent a calm doing-nothing kind of weekend at Arno's mom's house at the country side. We watched movies, made delicious breakfast, went to climb the apple tree in our pyjamas to collect apples for our homemade apple pie, lied hours in bed talking, made sushi from scratch, enjoyed sauna and smoked our waterpipe in the yard swing, snuggling against each other under the stars. We have had delicious brunches, fried crepes, made photo albums out of our travel pictures, seen my gran parents, been fooling around in the amusement park, watched Disney movies all day, played pool in the middle of the night with Arno's best friend, taken a shopping cart for a spin in the Helsinki city center, played play station and been long boarding around. And it has been so much fun.
As the fall has passed us quickly, so has the army. I remember Arno driving me to work telling me that in a week the amount of days left in the service will be hundred. And today it's 66. You can see the days just rolling down when you stop counting. Every weekend the sun sets earlier as I drive my sweetheart to the base. Driving back home the winding road through the dark night reminds me of the soon falling winter. The cold nights and the frosty ground in the mornings. But the sooner we get to Winter, the sooner my sweetheart will come back home. And I need him home. He is my best friend, he is my rock, he is the one I tell everything to and the one I trust the most. He is my counter force, the one who sits me down and tells me it is okay to loose a pool game. And after I have had my meltdown he takes my hand and shows me how to play better. He strokes me hair when I see nightmares and makes me hot chocolate in the morning. And that is what I miss. So time. Go fast.
And what does the future have in stock for us. Well.. I booked us a cruise to Estonia this Saturday. In a few weeks we will celebrate my brother's, Arno's and my birthdays. We will host Thanksgiving, move in together to Arno's dad'd friend's apartment and then for Christmas we have some special plans I will tell you about later.
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