Going on holidays is always a really weird time for me because there is always all this anticipation and excitement and brouhaha about trying to get organised and remember to book hotels and flights and pack the right number of socks, and then all of a sudden you're on holiday, and you're having a great time, it's all fun and holiday like, and then, BAM, it's over. Finished.
I have this strange sort of love/hate relationship with time. The old adage for when bad things happen of "this too shall pass" unfortunately also extends to the good times... I find the worst parts are when one minute you're on a plane, waiting to take off because it's delayed thinking "argh come one lets go, I hate these crowded seats" and then you stop and realise "in a few seconds this very moment will be over and in the past and when it's long gone and it's all just bits of electricity going on in my brain, it's this moment I'll remember" and before you know it, you're back in your bedroom, laptop on, writing about it. Fleeting, intangible moments, all in the past, all gone.... And the more you think like this, the harder and yet the easier it is to live in the moment, not wanting time to keep passing by without you at least trying to have a stab at it and wondering if you could be doing a better job of it...
Hmmm, I really know how to suck the fun out of holidays eh?
Ok enough midnight philosophising about how time seems to slip through my fingers and I can't stop it.
So how was the holiday? Bloody fantastic and bloody cold!
I will post many, many pictures soon along with highlights of:
- Dr D almost getting mauled by our over eager reindeer
- When a woman who drives huskies for a living puts a poncho on you, you do not say no
- Believing that my last moments on this mortal coil were to be spent in the dungeon of a Finnish shack in god knows where butt fuck Finland in the middle of the night
- Northern lights!!!
- I LOVE TOBOGGANING AND I DON'T CARE
- Tex-Mex. Why is all of Finland bloody obsessed with tex-mex?