Contrary to the popular belief, I have not, in fact, dropped off the face of the Earth. All right, I have been awol from the blog for entirely too long, but I promise, I had a good
excuse reason: my other half and I have been busy with work and school respectively, and then all of a sudden we up and moved to Central Finland.
This sort of thing happens to me.
There are a couple of reasons why it does, the main one being that I am not afraid of it – and in the case of this move, I have managed to share that lack of fear of new places with T. He is actually the one who got the job offer here – but I was the one who told him to take it, of course – because, well, “I’ve never lived there before. It’s a new place!” And also that I’d done this moving thing (a few times) before, and it’s not the end of the world or anything. And so it came to be that at the end of this turned-suddenly-very-cold September we ended up another 300km closer to the polar circle than at our previous location.
We visited here in August to see the town, scouted out the apartment scene and did bureaucratic stuff, and I returned to Stockholm to pack, with T following soon after to help, and then back to here in return order, with 11m^3 of luggage and a shipment of furniture from IKEA arriving on my heels – and straight into what passes for ‘autumn’ in this part of the world.
It snowed yesterday.
But, my luggage includes down blankets, fur coat and hats, and gloves, and the apartment we found has triple-glazed windows with a vacuum-seal layer and what looks like a 10-15cm frame aperture, and district heating. We’ll be ok. I think. Ask me again in a few months once it hits below -25C and stays there.
In the meantime, the leaves are turning amazing jewel-bright oranges and reds, and the lake reflects the surrounding hills like a lead-colored mirror. We don’t understand a single word the locals are saying in their very beautiful and unrelated-to-pretty-much-anything language. The weather reports are promising us some glimpses of the sun come next week, and I am in full nestmaking mode again – time to unpack, fluff up the cushions, and bake cookies. With cardamom. And buy and try and eat all the interesting local food.
I also plan to write about it all. Soon. Just let me dig myself from under the packing paper and find a knife and a frying pan and we’ll be all set!