Õige..

Sõnad ja tunded.. või, täpsem, kindlused. Õige.

I can't rule out that mild aversion to expression in English is behind the latest long stretch between posts. No problems with the language itself, and I can still say that I type faster (and more grammatically correct) with a wider range of vocabulary, though .. it's just so much more comfortable now to wake up, conduct a day, and fade back to unconsciousness with a non-Indo-European language flowing and expanding in full consciousness at every second.

Ma olen ka tegelenud oma ajaga teiste asjadega.. ja ühe armasa inimesega.. haha!

It was odd being back in the States. Although I had great times at every turn with even greater friends, somehow in the gaps between these hanging-outings I felt constantly uncomfortable and bored. So bored, I considered eating an entire pack of Twizzlers and watching Lost from start until what's going on 'now' (in quotations.. because.. what is 'now' in Lost?! Whoooaaaaa.. haha. Fair enough; I will not let this blog become a commentary on That. Facebook will suffice). It took a bit of analyzing to seed out where this 'boredom' emerged from, why I intrinsically felt that a day at the zoo wouldn't really solve it. Given, yes, a day at the zoo would result in me being frozen to a frozen banana or jumping into a tiger pit just because 'those striped bastards should really be sharing all that warm fur'.. Minneapolis in winter is sort of like an extreme sport that I enjoy saying I've done, and am not averse to enjoying for what it is, but what I don't want to be doing all day all of the time for about 4 months. However, I could extreme kayak for that long. Hmmmm.. Yes, indeed..

The trip did much to sharpen definition of what, where, and what surrounds kodu ('home') for me now.

Minu kodu onju Eesti. Olen nii rõõmus, ja põnev, et ma saan seda kindlalt ja tugeva häälega öelda välja!

Kodu is not just a fully relaxed, lying-in-the-shade-being-massaged-by-tropical-penguins sort of thing. It includes, and is often defined by, challenges.. every day for the stretch of every day. Linguistically, culturally, and in a range of other forms that I'm not going to attempt to express.. that is here. This is mu kodu. Eestimaa.

Furthermore, if anyone was all down on the death of hip-hop, worry not! I recently found out that, yes, it lives on.. precisely, between the fifth and sixth floors of Mahtra 38, second trepikoda (stairway). Sõna (word).

Juured kasvavad. Roots are expanding.. I'm fighting with the constant deficiencies of the TeleYks online application system to start my mobile number as being on contract. This month, I get to officially declare my wages and reap in the rewards of a return (all while watching the doom garnished with gloom on every newspaper front page, discussing, for a start, how 20% of economic reserves were used up.. in november. Whoo! Raha!). I obtained a Kodakonsuse keeleeksaami õpik. An IKEA trip taking myself and Tuuliki into the depths of ex-urbs Helsinki is once again coming near, though this time most likely seeing me carry somewhat less than 45 kilos back on foot. I'm also going to buy one of those dealies that organizes your silverware in the drawer. Really. Päriselt.

This is the first drop or few in the continued väljendus (outwarding) of everything connected with this and here, them, and me, and her. Referencing a brilliant film referencing life itself (right before the big fade-in of the song 'Queen Bitch' by Bowie, no less!), I'll just say.. this is an adventure.

See onju seiklus.

Edasi, вперёд..