4 years ago as I stepped out of Washington-Dulles airport it was as hot and humid as it is today. Probably even a bit more – or at least it felt that way: back in 2012 I was used to summers being
cold and rainy crisp and fresh. I had one suitcase, one carry-on, one absolutely shocked cat in a crate, 42 boxes of shipped stuff stuck somewhere between Helsinki and Virginia, many plans, fewer expectations and one huge desire to make this place my new home.
Well, I succeeded. I know that I belong here. It’s a great feeling – you all who made it home away from home must know this. Have I changed much? I don’t think so, but on the other hand I did.
I learned to have a small talk with literally everyone I meet and I no longer freak out when strangers talk to me in the street or in the store. I got used to huge stores, huge cars, huge houses and huge packages of paper towels. I learned that people can spend a lot of time cruising on the parking lot to get the spot as close to the entrance as possible. I learned that 450 miles (725km) in one day does not feel like a trip to another universe – rather a trip to New York to catch a show and go back home. Continue reading