On June 25th, I cried for solid fifteen minutes after I opened my email and logged into Opintopolku website. There it said, “The University of Helsinki – accepted”.
All in Life
On June 25th, I cried for solid fifteen minutes after I opened my email and logged into Opintopolku website. There it said, “The University of Helsinki – accepted”.
Mental health. Yikes. That’s a subject no one wants to discuss in broad daylight. And why? Mostly because it has become a topic in today’s society which is deemed only to be talked about in desperate moments of drunken stupor between faceless individuals.
I am notoriously bad with plants. Gradually I gave up on them. I was sure I just wasn’t cut out to keep plants if I couldn’t even keep a cactus alive. And here I am now, the owner of six more or less thriving air plants.
Have you ever heard the term bullet journal? Up until the spring of this year I hadn’t. And here I am in my eighth month of bullet journaling, delighted with the whole thing.
Should have realised that buying campy Christmas ornaments is a gateway drug, but I didn’t, and the whole thing just snowballed.
”Not nervous even in the slightest”, said no one during their first day. I hyperventilated whilst wandering completely lost. Told myself I am a grown, Independent Woman. Do not need to call out for the most Miraculous Saviour of them all (my mum) to survive the grand expectation constructed upon us all - to find the right hall.