Total darkness outside.
I look through the bus window and all I see is my own reflection,
my weary face looking back to me.
After thirteen hours on plane and eight hours on airports,
I'm now reaching the end of this journey.
After four and half years I'm reaching the end of one phase in my life.
But I'm too tired to think more about it.
The last couple of hours in my empty apartment were really miserable.
I thought about the people I will miss and things I should have done.
I walked around, opening doors and checking that I haven't forgot
anything.
And then I did it again.
Fortunately I found something else to do, in the fridge.
In a locker there I found an onion, and below the locker there was a huge
stain of some gooey substance.
I don't know what it was, but it didn't smell good.
Cleaning it was a welcome distraction.
It's 1:10 AM when we reach Tampere, my home town and the final destination.
While waiting for a taxi at the bus station, a drunken guy tells me that
I look weary, asks where I'm coming from and leaves.
Now this is Finland.
It feels weird to not give tip to the taxi driver.
And yet he carries my bags to the front door at my parent's place.
The key is hidden in the front porch.
Inside, I'm already eating rye bread when my parents come downstairs
to welcome me.
I haven't yet absorbed that I'm here permanently,
that I don't have a return ticket in two weeks.
It will take a long time.
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