I’ve had people come to me and say I should write my story, I should share how it’s been, describe, explain, portray. You know what? Sometimes I don’t want to.
But then again I do want to. It’s one of those days, I’ll let you in.
Okay, here we go, I’ll take you on a rollercoaster. Imagine living on the countryside, then moving to a city, then moving to a bigger city. Just to wander the streets of Tallinn alone, to enjoy the wind, the emptiness and the aloneness. I loved that time, I loved Tallinn, I always will. It was truly a time for myself and dear reader, if you haven’t been to Tallinn, you have to go. Honestly, winter time wonderland – trust me!
And then imagine moving to Italy with two suitcases. Imagine leaving everything behind, leaving your friends and family behind, giving up most of your earthy belongings. I mean – it’s literally the best thing that can happen to you in your lifetime. You have a choice and you make a choice. I followed my heart and I have never, not one day regretted the choice I made. I followed my heart and I trusted the path. And I fell in love with the most wonderful man who gifted me the most precious daughter.
You’d think that’s an adventure enough, right. But then we’re assigned to move. Here’s a mind-puzzle for you – imagine packing everything you own up in September and then living for three months without any of your earthly belongings except what fits in your two suitcases. Imagine traveling for 24 hours with a toddler and you learn to appreciate family, love, home and a place to sit your ass down on. Because honestly, after that plane ride you don’t have a place for that gorgeous ass.
And then you go to IKEA and everything is beautiful in this world.
And then you go to Home Depot and you find hope.
And then you get your fist shipment of unaccompanied luggage and you really understand what it means to have a roof over your head, what it means to have a pan, a computer, a plate, a dress and a pair of extra sneakers.
I love my family, the part that’s in Estonia, the part that’s in Ohio and the golden precious irreplaceable part that I have right here, right beside me, holding, loving and remembering me every day. I love you, truly, madly deeply, from my heart, where-ever you are. You are with us.
I will post one picture with this story. Books matter to me, a lot. I did not have to choose one to take with me to a desert island. I chose a Kindle. And Jack Kerouac’s “On The Road”. What’s ironic is that I never had the time to read. Try traveling with a kid and you’ll end up watching more Peppa Pig that you ever intended.
But I did receive my first load of books at the end of last month. The selection that I chose tho ship first – Valdur Mikita in Estonian, E.H. Gombrich in English – art, history and culture. In all fairness – the only book I’ve had the time to read is Gombrich’s “Story of Art”. It’s a book I absolutely loved in college and I guess I wanted to have that feeling with me, of reading that book, so I shipped it first.
And I feel content, happy that I have something in Estonian. It’s not Tammsaare (although I love his works), it’s not Hõbevalge (which I really should and I really want to read). It’s something in Estonian, that’s what matters. Oh, the book I am reading almost every day now is “Muna” by J. Oro. Yes, so good! Robin loves it too!
If you are abandoned on a desert island, what book would you bring. What would you bring? I mean, we are in a desert, hello. Las Vegas is amazing by the way, more about that later. Just one book? No, please no.
If I would never ever have a chance to read another book I would take Bulgakov’s “Master and Margarita”, Fowles’ “The Magus” and Marquez’s “One Hundred Years of Solitude” and read them over and over. Why? Because every time I read these books they present new adventures. I need adventures, I miss my paper magic, the books I’ve read have given me a world full of joy. And I hope I will have a world full of time to dive into everything that lies ahead. Because love, curiosity and kindness will take you on a trip around the world, from Estonia to Las Vegas and beyond.
With all the kindness,
/red ponies from Anticamente ad Aviano, tin can from a can of red kidney beans, not Tiffany’s/