I’m home, back in my parents’ house for one more week. Coming back is something of a bittersweet experience these days. Nothing here seems to change, but the years spent away have made me a stranger.
I have missed the sea. Oulu is not a pretty place, but the sea makes it a great place to be in the summer. Take a picture from the right angle, and all that is ugly – the endless construction and reconstruction, the factories, the 1960s brutalist architecture, disappears.
Seeing old friends, doing nothing. Cheap pizza (pretty much the only thing left that is cheap here) for dinner. With extra cheese. Obscene, I know.