Did I miss my youth?

I've always been a good girl. You know, the kind that never ditches school, tries her best, obeys her parents, feels guilty for like a month after snapping at someone. I never went to bars or clubs under 18, though my friends from school tried to persuade me. "Your looks are going to waste!" they would say (I've always looked older than I truly am). But I never went. I liked being at home with my family, doing something low key, like reading and drawing. 

You know how some people don't take the best of their prime years... they sail through them and later on, way later, they suddenly get the urge to do the things they never did when they were sixteen. Lately I've been having the same feeling. Or I've been fearing of having that feeling. In a very short period of time I've become more sure of myself than I've ever been before, and thus gathered up more courage to be more me. I've also come to understand others better, and their way of expressing themselves. 

I'd like to dye my hair all pink, just because I love the color and because I feel more bohemian than ever. I think I've always been somewhat of a hippie. I won't dye my hair, though, so you can save yourself from the mini heart attack :)

I've been wanting to get a tattoo for a long time. I even know which one I'm going to get, if I'll ever have the money and the guts to ink my skin permanently. It's very small and I would get it in a place that's visible enough, but very easy to hide as well. 

I like to play with my thoughts. I like to think of myself actually doing this. But right now... I'm too much of a chicken. And broke. And I'm happy as a brunette. 

I don't know, if my prime years are behind me. Maybe I'm living them right now, or maybe they're still ahead of me. Either way, I don't think I missed them. I never did anything I wasn't comfortable with. I'm glad I was a good girl. Still am. My writing's still my main way of expressing myself, but who knows... maybe someday I'll choose more obvious ways to show my true colors. 

Back to the Boat Rocks

Heidi and I grew up next door to each other and after all these years, after moving away from home, after moving to different cities, we're still friends. Today we decided to go check out some places, where we spent most of our childhood. 

We decided that if we ever have kids, they're going to have to play outside like we did, instead of spending all their time at the computer. 

What's a picnic without treats? :)

You can see why they're called boat rocks :)

The Land of the Midnight Sun

Spring is coming! Even this up north :) We now have 12 hours and 15 minutes of day light and it keeps getting lighter for the next 3 months. By then the sun will rise around 3.40am and set around 11pm. Even after the sunset it won't get dark. 

There's something magical about the summers here. It's such a short period of time and everyone enjoys every last bit of it. We're full of energy, even though the constant light messes up with our sleep (yay for sleeping masks!)

I was looking at some old photos from ten years ago, and realized how much I miss the summer times when I still had summer vacations, when I only had to worry about going back to school in the fall. Summers were our best time. We ran around the neighborhood with other kids and came back home (reluctantly) only when we absolutely had to (when mom was yelling that it was time to come inside). When I was little, it was hard to understand why we had to go to bed when the sun was still up.

After looking at the old photos I promised myself I would visit my favorite childhood places this coming summer. I will make a day (or a week) of it and make sure I have my camera with me. A post will follow :)

xxo