Again I'm here; sitting at Helsinki airport writing my feelings just before departure. Sometimes things tend to happen little more quickly than you ever even dreamed or dared to hope for, and maybe in some cases this is also a good thing. This time my leaving is different because I don't have any idea when I'll come back. Maybe this also the reason why I feel more sad than usual when I'm leaving somewhere. So, how did I end up here? Again?
All our dreams can come true if we have the courage to pursue them