Lapland holidays

When you’re living in the great north, country boundaries aren’t that big of a deal as in more populated areas. No matter if you live in the northern Norway, Finland, Sweden or Russia – you live behind the wall (you get it, if you’ve seen GOT). People up north share a lot of traditions and struggles, and there is a lot of border crossing going on. Which is why I didn’t think of going to Finnish Saariselkä yesterday as a big deal.

I didn’t take a single photo.

Whyyy,  Ksenia?

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Saariselkä with it’s 350 inhabitants was pretty much as expected: Quiet, empty and moody. The rain was poring down most of the day with no sight of the midnight sun. The Acho-shop was closed.

Midsummer’s Day is a Holiday in Finland. So after a delicious dinner at the hotel, we found the only open bar “downtown”. Germany beat Sweden 2-1 in the World Cup, as we were drinking fresh blueberry shots with cream while kind of watching the game.

I really wish I had some proper photos to share from this trip (not counting the selfies or snaps on my iphone).

Recommendation: If you go to Finland you MUST drink Minttu Cacao with cream! It’s delicious.

Other things you probably should do in Finland – not in the midnight sun season, though ^^

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Hello there, blog

Well.

It seems I’m starting yet another post with complains about how I don’t update you often enough. I’m pretty sure nobody in the whole world cares about why you have not been getting any new content for a while. Which is why this post is dedicated specifically to you, my outdated online journal.

What’s the point of having a blog in 2018 anyways?

You were created to be the place where I could showcase my photography and write about the stuff that matter. Now, all half decent pics go to Instagram, while I write about the “important stuff” as I my job. Which makes me want to forget everything about the existence of “important stuff” when my shift is done.

Perhaps it’s time to realize that my days of blogging are over? I want to lock the box.

Yet it feels like I would also be locking up my window to the internet world, the one outside the feeds and echo chambers of the social media where the people I know post their amazing vacation life and puppies. It’s through WordPress (and some odd forums) I have chatted with random people all over the world, read their everyday stories and thoughts, and felt that I’m a part of a global internet community. It looks like Facebook groups are the right place to seek that feeling now.

So what now, blog. Is it over for us?

As I write it, I realize that the surest way for me to keep up with an activity must be to determine that “I’m never doing that again”.

Stop entertaining the dream that one day I’ll become a real blogger who shares her thoughts and images on an everyday basis, making people laugh and cry and understand what life is all about? Never! (So what if my mom (and maybe my ex) are my steadiest followers?)

Even if my sketchy dream above doesn’t come true, at least I’ll have a random collection of online memories to flip through on hangover days. So we’re not doing the farewell scene after all, blog. In fact, I promise to never write the “Ops, it’s been a while…” speech again  I will never work out ever again! No guilt! I will just not do it!!!

So I’ll jut go on rambling about nothing now and then, maybe share some photos from my last vacation some day. I bet you are looking forward to that!

– and maybe I’ll find a new blogger friend to exchange RAWs or do photo challenges with? 

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The promised vacation pic.

#Whataday!

I got to visit an interesting place after work 😁 #Andersgrotta #bombshelter ⭐️ #bomberommet i #Kirkenes 👍 It was #cool #cold and a little scary 😅

Andersgrotta bomb shelter

Then I got home (crazy hungry) and realized that my car had disappeared while I was away.

My kind neighbor had moved it into our garage.

I wish I hadn’t called the police 👮‍♀️👮‍♂️ #embarrassed #facepalm …Oh well 😅

Initially, my insta-plan for the day was to post a mopey #selfie or a sad cloud and whine about how boring my life is when I’m not traveling 😂 Lesson learned.

Don’t overlook the little good things that happen every day, be open to them, stay positive and don’t call the police before calling your neighbor. 🙌

Refresh.

Hey there!

It’s been forever since my last post, and even longer since I started this blog. I haven’t changed very much though – and that’s quite frightening.

There have been changes in my life situation, that’s for sure. I’m no longer broke and unemployed. I found love. Then it broke. I’ve moved to a place some people would describe as «arctic wilderness». I live in Norway however, so there’s a limit to how wild it gets around here. I’m still a brat: In my late twenties and still unsatisfied with myself and my life, waiting for the next Monday to turn it all around.

I suspect I’ve had a mild depression for a while now. The winter blues came early this time. Then there’s the fact that winters last full eight months up here. I really shouldn’t complain, with all the privileges I have, but duuuuuude… It’s been dark.

I’m not sure when it happened, but I guess I have decided to empty my saving account. It’s not that huge (my years of full employment can easily be counted) and what are money for anyway? They bring me no pleasure slowly growing in the bank.

Which is why I have bought a camera and ticket to Kenya. I got four weeks off from work.

I need to fulfill some dreams.

Join me for the journey.

  • Ksenia

PS.

Today I upgraded to premium account.

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leaving alta

It seems that my time in Alta is coming to an end, but I am not leaving the north. I’m moving to Kirkenes, the mysterious city that lured me up north in the first place. Kirkenes is special because it lies right next to the Russian border, and the street signs there are written both in Norwegian and Russian. The times I’ve visited, I’ve heard Russian language everywhere. The first time I went to Kirkenes for work, I was surprised to see a Russian marked pop up at the square one moring. From my hotel window I observed a group of babushkas set up tables and tents. Apparently, they come to town every month to sell wares like socks, matreshkas, shawls, porcelain and so on.

I think Kirkenes will be a very exciting place to be a news journalist with Russian background.

I do feel a wave of melancholia when I understand that I’m moving from Alta. This city with it’s 20.000 inhabitants, and the magnificent nature that surrounds it, was the place where I got to experience a lot of things for the very first time. I’ve seen the northern lights dance in the sky. Alta is where I earned my stripes as a journalist. I found love here, and good friends too. I’ve tried steering a dog sled with huskies, driving a snowmobile and going slalom downhill. I learned to make the traditional dish of this region – Finnbiff. It has all been exciting, exotic and intense.

I can’t believe three years have gone since I left Oslo. It feels like a lifetime, but also like the blink of an eye. How can it be three years?!

My first home in the north, where I finally got to fulfill my dream of owning flowerbeds.
People have lived in Alta since prehistoric times. I get why. It’s beautiful place.


Speaking of Northern Lights…. But a photo could never do this phenomenon justice, unless you could print it as large as the sky… And make it dance.

Finnmarksløpet – the longest dog-sled race in Europe, starts in Alta and I had front row seats.

Perlemorsky over Finnmark
I’m in love with the arctic sky. I hope it’s equally beautiful in Kirkenes.


The week couldn’t have started better

Oh, Irelaland!

Some brief days in Dublin visiting friends, and I already consider moving to the Green Island.

I came on a Monday and left on a Wednesday (barely, there were some trouble getting to the airport in time… due to TRAFFIC) with the best impression.

Ireland

A couple vacation days, a journey and lots of hours chatting with your girlfriends – sometimes that is all you need to remember how to enjoy life.

Ireland

I might have gotten a minor concussion too, on Tuesday night, while dancing.

You know those movies where the main character gets hit hard in the head and then develops some kind of power, like reading peoples minds? Or changes personality, forgets certain people or who they are themselves?

I haven’t figured out if got a super power along with the head bump. I chose to think some things cleared up when my scull and the floor connected though.

I’ve been thinking so much lately, about how to love myself more, and what I want to with my life, and how I can be happier. I’m not ready to put words on it yet, but I feel lighter.

Go to Dublin, maybe you will feel it too.

“There are two days in the week on which I never worry; one is yesterday and the other is tomorrow.”

Robert Jones Burdette 1844 – 1914

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Who is Nina?

Nina is my roommate, as of August 2017.

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We met when I moved north two years earlier, and we haven’t run out of things to talk about yet. Whether the topic is everyday life, our body shapes, sex, work, philosophy and self-development, business plans, childhood in Russia, travel plans or youtube videos –  we are always having a great time.

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Can you believe we are in our late twenties?

Nina is on a constant journey… somewhere. Really, in the two years we’ve known each other, my wonderful friend signed up for several schools online and traveled regularly to workshops in different countries (and she has always come back with crazy stories). She has introduced various concepts of psychology to me, the latest being Human Design. I’m telling Nina she should start writing a blog, about the different “trainings” she chooses to dive into. So far, she hasn’t wanted to… But you can get to know her a little bit here, as a very important piece in the Arctic Puzzle.

Birthday
Nina sings “Happy Birthday” to me ❤

Halloween
She’s the Lady in Red on my Halloween Party.

Midnight Sun in Alta
Nina says she doen’t like the “outdoors”, but we’re working on it 😉

PS: This post was originally a part of the Arctic Puzzle-project. Which totally fell. But whatevs 😀

Bye-bye elections!

My last post probably gave a hint that I’m living through a troubled period in my life. I wrote it when I was very sad.

Then I didn’t write anything for a month, haha. After buying a premium plan – so much for serious goals like writing every day!

Instead I’ve been busy with moping and work.

Norway just had elections. And my foreign friends keep asking me: Who won?

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Work, work, work, work, work.

It’s hard to explain. If you ask ME (which you shouldn’t on this matter), I would say the electoral system of Norway is almost impossible to fathom.

So I’ll explain in as few words as possible (read The Guardian to understand more):

The left wing (red) got more votes, but the right wing (blue) won the election. The prime minister of the Right party, Erna Solberg, keeps her position for another term. She is choosing her ministers right now, in accordance with other parties who got a respectable amount of votes. The blue parties in the right wing got 88 seats in the parlament, and the red parties got 81 seats.

This might mean that the taxes will be lowered sometime during the next four years, we might see more privatization and Norway will probably continue to search for oil in the Arctic. All this might have happened anyways. The difference between the right and the left side is not always clear. Norway’s parties mostly place somewhere in the centre.

ENOUGH.ABOUT.POLITICS.

IT’S FRIDAY!

The first evening in the rest of my life 😉

When your heart is mourning

… what do you do?

I’ve been on a journey and I wanted to share that with you, tell you the story and show you my pictures of the magnificent North.

Instead, I got home to my lovely new apartment which I spent the whole Sunday decorating, and started crying.

In order to give me some helpful advice, I guess you should know why I’m crying my eyes out. The answer is good old heartbreak.

Why do you think I have a new apartment and moving in with Nina?

Today I realized I haven’t talked with my ex in two days. None of us called the other. I started thinking and the tears flowed.

My love, why couldn’t you just love me back, accepting me as I am?

I think I loved you like that. Now I’m just hurt, but I could fall back into it if you would just make some effort – maybe a little gesture, like inviting me to celebrate our two year anniversary even though a couple weeks have passed since the actual date.

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Snapping approximately two years ago.

It’s stupid, right?

I feel stupid, and not at all like looking at the pictures from my journey. Guess which photos I’ve been searching up instead?

What I’m going to do now is… play some Candy Crush.

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