But I've Got To Be Unconditionally Unafraid Of My Days Without You

"It's weird to hear someone talking with an English accent", said one old lady at breakfast after I'd said good morning. "Cause everyone's here got an accent, you're the only one!" By accent, in case some of you didn't get it (not to underestimate you, dear readers) she meant a foreign accent such as French or Polish. I think she thinks I'm English. Which is quite flattering. However, I've got used to it happening by this time and it doesn't feel like such an achievement any longer. A couple of years ago my head would've got so big it might have popped. The funny thing is there are two REAL English people working in the restaurant, so what about them if I'm "the only one"? Well I guess my keep-calm-and-fake-a-british-accent attitude has paid off. And then there's this big man, he's a regular customer, and I swear to you that soon I'm not going to serve him the breakfast he wants anymore for it's simply not good for him! He eats far too much and far too unhealthy. I feel so sad for him. He walks in, helps himself to three glasses of tomato juice from the buffet, and then sits down. Every time he orders tea, white toast, and a full English breakfast with two fried eggs, two bacons, and two sausages. He leaves behind around eight butter wraps and a good pile of empty white sugars. Oh and he has jam, too. A nice way to start the day? Nice, light breakfast.

So, tomorrow it's been exactly six months. SIX MONTHS? Half a year. Do you understand, that's like half of a whole year! I. Don't. How did the time go so fast? I remember a conversation by the Splash Point one night in September. It was about this, it was about time flying, time being like a snap of the fingers. It was about enjoying things while they're still there, and realising they're there before they're gone. I'm sorry if you're tired of hearing the same old story about not understanding how the time goes  — I would be — I've most likely written about it in every single of my posts, but it is really confusing and very distressing. You don't think about it at home, when you're leading a normal life and doing the things you do every day. Days go by, usually without any great landmarks. You have to go through something like this in order to understand what it's like. Something that requires counting down your days.

Some might think I'm mad. I'm still in England, and I've already booked my next trip to England. Well, it makes it a bit easier to leave. I love this country, you know that. I don't know how I'm going to be able to not live here anymore! Suddenly, I can't just go to the pier. Or to Tesco. Or what's worse, to the pub. I can't take a bus to Brighton. I can't just hop on a train and hop off in London in less than two hours. And how on earth can I buy anything without saying please??? (We don't have that word in Finnish I'm afraid, embarrassing but true, I'm gonna have to find another way to be polite.) But in July I'm going to this festival in Lewes, it's called The Gentlemen Of The Road. I'm super excited to finally get to see Johnny Flynn play live. And to see Mumford & Sons and Mystery Jets for the second time! And I've always wanted to go to a music festival in England, yay! If possible, I'll stay at the Chatsworth. It will be nice to see what Worthing is like in the summer, for I've been cursing a little over staying for 7 months and living through all the seasons except the best one. Good timing I had.

Yeah, this is just a little post I thought I'd write, now some beautiful tunes to end with!

KT Tunstall - Throw Me A Rope