It’s wrong to write in English. Oh it is so
wrong. First of all I have to say
there’s no place like Estonia. And no other nation so normal. Though during different times I’ve thought
differently, I am oh so sure, that it’s the best place to be.
Of course it’s largely due to my bestest best social surroundings here. I’d be so sad to sit here on that boat and leave, but I cant. Instead im all charged with all good emotions and just feel. Good. (that doesn’t mean that I didn’t cry like a baby about leaving)
It took some time and solving some problems..or just letting them go, for me to really start liking coming back home (guess that’s what you get when you kind of escape), but Im all good now and haven’t felt better in a long time.
I love Estonia and I like good people. J.
Of course it’s largely due to my bestest best social surroundings here. I’d be so sad to sit here on that boat and leave, but I cant. Instead im all charged with all good emotions and just feel. Good. (that doesn’t mean that I didn’t cry like a baby about leaving)
It took some time and solving some problems..or just letting them go, for me to really start liking coming back home (guess that’s what you get when you kind of escape), but Im all good now and haven’t felt better in a long time.
I love Estonia and I like good people. J.
I don’t know. What else to write. But. Time
to leave all that here and go back to back to real life, school, work and
Denmark.
I don’t mind. Im happy.
I don’t mind. Im happy.
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