A quick sketch.
Haven’t been able to sleep all night, so I drew instead.
Excerpts from my notebook:
“Phoenix looks so gorgeous from above at night – a sea of lights waving goodbye. I will never stop loving this city.”
“From the claustrophobic plane into a terminal buzzing with life. Constant waves of people, nothing stands still. There are noises and lights and nowhere to hide. People looking for places to plug in their electronics, circling around like vultures. In a weird way the airport feels more suffocating than the plane ever did.”
Finland was rainy and cold and dark. And it was filled with bars and people, and mulled wine and rye bread and chocolate. And lots of walking and staying up till 5am. Many things had changed but more had stayed the same. I thought about things I hadn’t thought about in a long time, and it brought with it a realization.
Finland was good to me, but I’m glad to be home.
During the next two weeks I will be walking through the streets of Helsinki, a stranger in a city I used to call my own.
Christmas in Helsinki, 2010.