I’ve been thinking all morning on how to reflect on my last day in Finland, but truthfully I don’t really know how I feel. Of course I’m sad to be leaving such a beautiful and magical country, but that reality hasn’t really set in yet. We’ve been here so long that I’ve developed a comfortable routine (waking up, having tea and a light breakfast, walking to Kamppi, the commute to and from studio, ice cream after lunch) so much so that my time in Helsinki has begun to feel normal, permanent. The thought of returning home has always been at the back of my mind, but felt so far away that it is impossible to believe it is already here. I don’t know what to say about my time here that I haven’t already written about, other than I know Finland has changed me in some small but significant way. I don’t think I can even accurately express what that change is in words, nor do I think I ever will. I just know Finland has left an indelible and beautiful mark on my artistic conscience.
|Simon & Garfunkel|
|Sound of Silence|
|2|1. One last trip to Suomenlinna 2. A visit to the market for crepes
4. Sneak into Flow Fest
5. Natural History Museum
6. Record store trip
7. A final cappuccino and croissant at Cafe Jugend 8. The Kiasma book store for a long coveted souvenir