Category life as a jet set girl

Will You Come Hunting for Dracula with Me?

First. As I travel a lot, people keep asking me what my plans for summer are. Well. Let’s put it like this… WHY on earth would I travel anywhere the only time of year when it’s actually decent weather in Finland? I’ve already once emptied my accounts when paying for the renovations of my house, […]

Confessions of a Bad Blogger

I’m awfully sorry. I’ve been a bad blogger lately. It’s just that I’ve felt like I’ve been stuck on the same page. I could’ve written about my travels. Did that already, on the other blog. You can read here about my wonderful night in Paris a few weeks back. I could’ve written about me cleaning […]

Pearls of Wisdom (or The Unnamed Post)

Had an internal struggle with myself regarding what kind of blog post to write today. “Gatsby believed in the green light, the orgiastic future that year by year recedes before us. It eluded us then, but that’s no matter–tomorrow we will run faster, stretch out our arms farther…. And one fine morning– So we beat […]

The Leprechaun Made Me Do It…

Another Monday has arrived. I already uploaded a Paddy Post on the other blog, but couldn’t resist a short one here as well… This picture is from St. Patrick’s Day two years ago, celebrated at an Irish bar in Paris. Can’t remember the name of the place, but it’s basically around the corner from the […]

Wanderlust.

I’ve had a severe case of wanderlust these last few days. I’ve been dreaming about people I know abroad and miss, about places I’ve never been to and about places I long to visit again. I’ve woken up sad, laughing, angry, happy… and tired. Most of all, I’ve woken up tired this whole damned week. […]

Travel Blog of the Year?

Hey you, Can I ask you to do something for me? You know I write another blog called Friday Flats Travel Blog on top of this one… well, a little bird whispered in my ear that there’s a “travel blog of the year” competition going on over at supersaver.fi. So, if you by any chance […]

Always be yourself. Unless you can be a unicorn. Then always be a unicorn.

When you have nothing to write about, post a selfie. – Old blogging saying. Selfie is apparently the new in-word. I mean, even Obama does it. At funerals. I’m sticking to my own mirror at least. Hello from Ms Hibernating. I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. Have been extremely silent lately, my apologies. But you […]

How did it get so late so soon?

I had great plans for going early to bed tonight. Trying to behave like a grown-up instead of an eleven year old that needs to go back to school soon. All that “I need to go to work on Tuesday, and so if I sleep all Monday, I won’t sleep the night before Tuesday”… That […]

2013 – all but the same procedure as every year, part II

Oh my, I had no idea you would find my year so interesting. Views on my blog peaked yesterday, and I’ve been receiving FB-messages all night from people waiting to read the rest of it. I’m all what?… I just like writing, that’s all.. But I’m glad to see you like reading what I write, […]

2013 – all but the same procedure as every year…

Eat, sleep, and be merry. That was my plan for the Christmas week gone by. And that was pretty much how it went down. I slept more than ten hours per night the first two nights – surviving on less than six hours per night every single night during the four weeks leading up to […]

Your life is your message to the world. Make sure it’s inspiring.

I have something fairly exciting to tell you. A while ago I started talking about how it’s time for me to make some changes in my life. I think it was an explosion just waiting to happen really. And to match the outside with the feeling on the inside, the first for others visible change […]

When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie, that’s annoying…

Late Sunday night. Sitting on a more than reasonably delayed flight from Munich, reading yet another new book (Finished one, and left it for my friend to read on her flight home in a few days. Promoted it by saying it’s utterly bad, but since it’s my sister’s I can’t bloody well leave it behind. […]