2020 happened. I think we all know that. Travelling, especially international, has become nigh impossible. In the past 28 years, since I was born, I have been to many, many places both here in Finland and abroad. Looking forward to 2021 I don't much will change eihter.
I've minimised international travel ever since I moved back to Finland six years ago both due to environmental and health reasons - it's extremely emotionally and physically taxing.
I had planned that in 2020, I'd finally do some big travelling again, like visit Costa Rica together with my lovely sister for her 30th. She lives on a whole other continent, so we don't exactly get to see each other too much. Going there has been our plan for nearly a decade now.
Another big trip would have been a two night mini holiday in Tallinn, Estonia. I've been there many times, but my boyfriend has NEVER been abroad. He was raised by parents that had the mantra "when you go abroad, you'll either get mugged, raped or killed." My boyfriend has grown to learn that all of that is BIG bullshit, but he can't shake the nervous feeling away. So, we decided to start slow. Then, COVID-19 started to spread. So we had to postpone. Borders got closed. Postpone. Postpone. Postpone. Until we finally cancelled.
Lastly, I was supposed to go home this Christmas. Glasgow to me is home. I was just about to announce it to my friends in March, but everything blew up. I'm going to spend Christmas alone. When I was supposed to spend it with a friend's family, and party all night long in New Years, as my friend's birthday is on the 1st of January. I miss everyone so much, and I feel like I've been betrayed by God, in a sense.
In the upcoming posts I'll be reminiscing my past adventures, both heartwarming memories and things that really weren't the greatest things. There's a lot to unpack (ba-dum tsh!), so buckle up. As a warning, there will be a lot of talking about throwing up and other possibly upsetting themes, but I will add a trigger warning to all posts where applicaple.