Back to life with the Fins

On Sunday, I was back with the fins. We went to this super awesome flea market which is in an old warehouse place. Super chill. And then got some food. Best of friends

Also sitting here typing offers up an interesting experience. Everyone comes and hangs out. We talk. We chill. And then the fact that I was booking my ticket home right now comes up. I will be at my half way mark next monday.

This is scary.
This is scarier than leaving the states.

here are my two favorite people!

best budsss

the kid next to me made me this.
what a champ

Twice more the airport. But only "welcome home" now

THE NEW AUSSIES ARE HERE.

EVERYONE CAME TO TOWN

THE NEWBIES

This is Finnish Exchange Student culture at its finnest. Each country is different with their exchange student culture. Germany, drinks. We camp.

We are a family and I believe this so strongly I can't tell you any different.

waiting for the new onesss

besti

1420 and Pedro

Main Bitches

Above is the bus of exchange students on the way to the airport

Now looking back over these, there are none of the new kids. Mostly we got there and hung out. I brought hats and gloves to give to the kids. We found who was in our district and welcomed them here. How sad would it be to get off of a plane and have no one there for you? I was one of the few kids which made it out the next day as well to greet them.

After they arrived, the went off to their Karrkuu. Ah the memories. And we all went back to center like we usually do. 

The new ones came. We said two things "Welcome home" "welcome to the Family"

Wait. You were on exchange to the states?!?

I stayed in Friday night due to a strong case of heavy heart.

My host mom and I were talking and she brought up how she was on exchange once. And it will become distant one day, but you will always remember.

Gurrly, Nebraska

It was interesting reading her "life as an exchange student" paper. It was the exact same as what I am feeling and going through. The "I don't know where anything in the kitchen is" to the "fears"

We found her exchange box, filled with napkins and journals and postcards, deep in the basement. We spent the night with coffee, looking though, laughing and just relating.

She lost contact with her family. We facebooked and contacted people. We found out where they are now. She is writing her host sister soon.

i cant figure it out either.. feel ya 

all hail the queen

hey western kids? class of '16, let this be our motto

best Friday night yet

The host family is one of the most important part of this exchange I think. And I will always have this family in my life. Family sticks together.

How many times does anna travel to the airport in one week? Too many

But it would never stop me from keep going

On Tuesday, half the family left.
This is hard.

After school for three days I would rush straight there. We would camp for hours, hanging out. And then after go to center with the ones who were left and would discuss politics (Paris, the frenches ect.) ((super on top of world politics)) (((because now, I have people all over the world which I care about and their families)))

School, Airport, Center, Home,

Same pattern three days

My heart is still heavy

this kid, this damn Brazilian/Italian is family
last one to leave
one of the best

there is this one panel of glass. We are there till the very end

"its like I am walking to the electric chair"

take care now you hear

decided we will go the same time

Oldies- the best people you will ever meet, they will teach you how to survive in the land where hell has actually frozen over, and they show you the love you know now

This is Sam. Sam is the king. You wouldn't understand this unless you were here. He is the definition of an exchange student. And you know what else? He is my best friend.

from the moment we met it was best friendship, nothing less. Operation Impossible. White church. Minties. Apartment. Suomlinnea. I can keep listing for ever. But man. Watching him walk through,. the last one, it really hurt my heart. a heavy heart.

This is even difficult to type this.

We are treasure hunters

Remember 29

Home

my family

See ya soon you crazy Aussi

And so once more, I find myself camped out at the school waiting till rotary begins. And I recap on what has happened. Too much I think has, so much has changed since last Monday. Friends left and new ones arrived. 

This one is just for Milly, because to be honest she was my teacher and is my best friend. I still remember she jumped on me right when I got off of the plane about five and a half months ago. Man, I still remember so vividly the day I arrived.

Now, she is back in Sydney, Austraila enjoying the warmth and life once more. 

I still wish she was enjoying the cold with me, it wouldn't be that cold I think then.

day before departure

After School I ran to the train, then a bus, and then into the airport to catch her right before she left. It was a really sad moment. The thing is, when we left home I knew I would be seeing all of them again, but watching everyone leave you dont know when or if even you will.

I will see her again.
She can get rid of her annabee that easily. (when an aussie gives you a nick name you know youre stuck with them)

1420 

the gang

She taught me a lot. About friend ship, and where to get cheap pizza. We traveled together. We laughed, we cried. She was there when I didn't talk home, she was there to talk to.

With her leaving, a new one came. An american girl from Alaska. I will be teaching her now, barberossas and of the coffee under the church. 

But my oh my, do I would give anything to bring  my insane, mental, crazy, loud, stubborn, wonderful aussie home again.

She has two homes now

or three

She's got a home in America now too