We Are Far From Home But We're So Happy

So October came. It made me think of what people keep telling me: you have to seize every moment because time goes fast. In a snap of the fingers. It's such a cliché I barely allow myself to write it, but after all it's the only way to capture what I'm trying to say. Maybe that's exactly why it's a cliché. It's the only way to say it so people have to use it. I finally understand I'm here. I am here, RIGHT NOW, soon it's five months, then four months, then three. Tick tick tick. It took me three weeks to realise. While hoovering the restaurant (or taking Henry The Hoover for a walk, as you wish) yesterday I started thinking deep cause it takes such a long time and it's so boring. A year ago I was still in school, the hardest part was still ahead. We were planning a trip to Madrid with a friend of mine. I had no idea where I'd be in a year's time. Now I'm in England, hoovering a restaurant floor. How on earth did that happen?

I noticed it's been four days since my last post! I know, in general it's not much so wipe the grin off your faces, but I know myself, and to me it actually means something. I haven't felt the need to write so everything is just alright. If you don't hear from me for a while you need not worry, I'm not dead, I'm quite the opposite. I'm getting used to being here. I've heard it might get tougher once the novelty wears off, though. But why worry about it now? This morning was the best I've had, ten and a half hours of sleep, sweet dreams. I felt happy getting up — the night and the morning off in a row works wonders, especially a very nice night. Besides, I'm not the New Girl anymore (or "New Face" as someone called me). Today I had my lunch = breakfast in the staff room, and what did I find there: the Finns have arrived and taken my place! Now that I think about it, earlier this morning while still lying in bed there was a moment I thought I heard some very familiar-sounding language been spoken in the alley. I thought I had possibly gone mad because the girls weren't supposed to be here yet. Also the French boys have come here after me so that makes five people newer than me. They are crazy, by the way, the Frenchies. But enough with that... They don't know almost any English so I was helping one of them to take the orders, and it was so endearing to catch a glimpse of what he'd wrote down. Crumble eggs. Mushuum. Something like that. He'll get there.

Oh, one more little-big thing! I'm starting to run out of the hair products I brought with me from Finland. I went to Boots, and after the next shower my hair will be officially international. Hmp, I wanted to say British but the sodding Aussie hairspray ruined everything.

This is my new mantra:

Of Monsters & Men - From Finner