the last five or so years the house i grew up in has been mine even though my parents continued living there. in my mind it was still theirs despite my mum’s dreams of moving away and getting some happy golden years without having to deal with everything that happens in and around a 90-year-old wooden house in the middle of nowhere.
fate wanted differently. but in all this mess and sorrow i am sure she will in the long run be very happy in her new place with a beautiful view over lovisaviken. with the help of some wonderful people (including the cutest taxi driver i’ve ever seen…) we even managed to get dad in his wheelchair up the stairs to inspect last friday. yesterday when i visited him at the hospital he himself referred to the new place as home! that means a lot for us all, him being able to leave gerby behind and not feeling sad anymore for not going back there ever again.
it’s been said that there is a time for everything. and now the time has come for me to make gerby, or solhälla as the yellow house actually is called, really mine.
but don’t worry. i was never made for being what you in finnish call “mökkihöperö” (found an online dictionary that translated it into “a person suffering from cabin fever”). helsinki will still be the place i call home and i will continue jet setting through europe! nichts neues for gerby actually, even though it has been the sole home for my parents the last 35 or so years, it used to be only the summer house back in the days.
so, if you are in need of therapy i can offer this in forms of lawns in need of cutting and walls in need of painting… or then i can just offer a comfortable chair in the sun and a rhubarb pie straight from the oven! i will also offer the possibility to take bike tours around the beautiful countryside, but only after someone has requested the repair the bikes-therapy session…
welcome to casa di chia!
(and after seeing these pictures – do you wonder why yellow and green always have been my favourite colours?)