Blinded by nostalgia.

How can one say goodbye to a house?

It felt weird to walk into a place that I used to call home when I knew that was probably going to be the last time ever. Even though it's been several years since I really lived there myself and sure I'm happy for my parents that they finally got the house sold after all this time, I still couldn't hold back the tears when walking out of there and closing the door. Not really because of sorrow, rather caused by the feeling of nostalgia. Memories, in addition to the empty space and my own echo bouncing back from the walls, were the only things really left in there. I've always thought that getting attached to buildings is stupid, walls and glass don't make a home by themselves, but there I was, feeling a little hollow anyways. Maybe it's because I've been moving from a house to another all my life and each of them represent some kind of an era, a small part of my own life to me, and closing the doors of one is pretty much the same thing as letting go on the past and being forced to move on. That's just how it goes.

In the evening I headed to Antti's place to gamble a few rounds of Texas hold 'em with some friends of his. I had never really got into the game before but I ended up winning the first round and got all excited about it. Who knows, maybe I'll start to play on a more regular basis from now on. Who knows. But we had a good time for sure, watched some tacky Bollywood movie whose name I can't recall and played Halo until 1am.

I need to get my sleep rhythm under control.

Comfortably numb.

So, what can I say. I really wasn't supposed to get a Blogger before my departure to the other side of the world in August - but since it's saturday, it's snowing outside and I'm having hard time concentrating on anything progressive because of this major hangover (excuses, excuses), I figured that I might as well get one now and start figuring out how to use this thing. Or maybe I just simply started missing writing unnecessary stuff about myself online in English or, alternatively, got fed up with the simplicity of LJ. Maybe, maybe not. Either way, here I go.

I was unbelievably relieved and - gotta say - surprised to wake up late this afternoon and notice that my apartment was still there, with no holes on the walls, smashed furniture or spilled drinks all over the place. I threw a party last night and there was just the right amount of people, most of my best friends and some new faces among them, the atmosphere was relaxed and fun and I definitely had a blast - despite of the fact that the neighbors knocked on the door to complain twice already before 10pm, but I guess that's just necessary when having a huge bunch of people over dancing and jumping around, playing music loud and smoking cigarettes on the balcony. Um, yeah, now that I think about it, I guess that's unavoidable.

Coffee, pizza and Jackie Brown with two of your friends whose heads are aching just as much as yours - what an awesome way to spend a lazy day-after, with no intentions to leave the comfy couch of your living room in the next 24 hours or so.

Besides a let's-all-be-slackers-and-not-feel-guilty-about-it day today was also the day of Earth Hour - the international attempt to make people realize the importance of making a difference before it's too late. A great idea, definitely. Of course I participated, ending up keeping the lights off for three hours instead of just one. People should do these kinds of things more often since - sadly enough - Facebook is apparently the one and only way to get any messages through to people these days.