And by last i mean last in a while. But how much is a while? I don’t know. Could be a week. A month. A year or two or ten. God knows.
But now it’s the last time in a while I’ll be taking the train E in direction Helsinki.
Last time to do a morning shift (or any kind of shift) at the Globe Hope shop.
My colleagues had left me an awesome goodbye gift:
A knife handmade in Finland. It will come in handy in Romania (I mean, only for making kindling though…)
The last time for these on-the-way-to-my-work views.
Last evening with my little boy and his family (=my family).
I’m so excited about tomorrow and totally love this feeling that results from taking a step to foreign ground…. And I’m so thankful for everything I’ve had whilst being in my comfort zone.
Last day, for sure not the least (or last).