My Northern Home

Okey okey, the title is exaggerating. I didn't post here a thousand pictures. I posted twelve. So no worries, this is not that long post. These pictures are from our first adventure with the sun, after the long polar night had ended. So obviously, unconsciously, all my pictures from this adventure are about the sun and the light. Meeting the sun again. After so many sunless (and in this winter case, grey cloudy days) Feels amazing. It's like seeing your dear friend after a long time.  You realize how much you have mist it. So you are just standing in the cold winter air and felling the sun rays dancing warmly on your skin. You start to smile. Feeling a moment of extreme happiness. Many people ask me, how can I live here in the north, where there is no sun in winter time. And I always tell them, that the polar night is my favorite time of the year. This might have something to do with my grim northern heritage

I often here that I'm a cool person, because I'm always so happy and energetic That it is nice to read my happy writings. That it is nice to be around me, because I have good things happening to me. I appreciate this feedback and I'm truly happy, if I can share joy and happiness to people around me. If they can get energy from me and my being. But it is not the whole truth. There is also bad, sad and stressful moments in my life. I don't like to talk about them, as I don't want to burden people around me. I don't want to hear them saying again "What is wrong with you, where is the Pirita who is always so happy?" It makes me feel even more bad. It takes away the space for me to feel my feelings. It lays expectations on me, which I can not fulfill in that moment. Why do I then write about this now? Not because I want to. But because I feel it is important. Because I want to say out loud, what happened in December. W