A new chapter. A new Book.

Hey, my dear ones.

Life sure has to be busy if you can't find time to write your blog for like.. 7 months.
It is weirdly hilarious just how many thoughts I have to share with people, but yet I still keep them all locked in my little head where I continuously proceed to sort and categorize them into little drawers. Sometimes my ideas and thoughts are all neatly in place, none of them wandering around. But just in a blink of an eye they can jump out of the drawers, put on loud Irish jigs and reels and start dancing like madmen in a pub.. in the middle of the night of course.
The story goes along the same way with memories. Boy, has this summer been mindblowingly awesome. That means that besides all the dancing ideas and thoughts, there are those little lovely memories swaying dreamily to the madmen's music.

So let's start from the beginning, right?

I can't believe it, but I actually graduated High School this year! It is finally over... Now I can finally say: I WAITED MY TIME! TWELVE YEARS OF IT, IN HIGH SCHOOL!

(Aaand I have waited my whole life to use that reference!!! :))

Yeah, well... let's be honest, high school isn't nearly as bad as Azkaban... maybe just a little. Some people at school are just like dementors who would like to suck every happy thought you have ever had out of you. They would like to see you as a morbid, soulless body that never smiles, never thinks and never succeeds. But these are just some people and their existence is compensated with bright and lovely teachers and students who make you smile just by being there for you. I just want to thank y'all. I would not have made it this far without you!
So I guess that chapter in my life is finished, or what chapter- It's more of a book, really. A book from a series about my life.
Now, have you ever felt like you don't want a book to end? You only have two more pages to read but you feel like you are so not ready for the blank book cover that is always going to be there when you finish reading the last sentence.
I have that feeling right.now. I don't want to end this chapter, I don't want to finish this book. Not yet. I feel like I am not ready for the end and definitely not ready for the new beginning. I am not ready to leave my job, I am not ready to leave the people there, I am not ready to leave my little town, I am not ready to leave my home.
Is this bird ready to fly out of the nest. And if she does fly, will she glide over the highest mountains and rest on the clouds, or will she land face first into the mud.. or worse, right on to the stone cold concrete floor?

No matter how strange and "idon'twanttoleaveyet" I feel, there is no other way than to finish those two pages of this book and start writing a new one.
It's new. It's scary. It's something unexpected. But it is sure as Hell going to be fun.

The next book will start when I am living in Tallinn and studying classical singing in Georg Ots' Tallinn Music School.

*inhale* *exhale* I can do this.

Love your life and the adventures the Universe gives you xx