And counting...

Today is my one year anniversary of my arrival in Finland. I'm not going to reminisce too much, but it looks pretty much the same today as it did then.
I'm surprised it's been a year, but then I'm surprised it's only been a year. I feel more comfortable in this country, well in Helsinki at least, than I've felt for almost ever. But at the same time, I don't think I can stay here for years. Maybe not even two years, but we'll see.
I've managed to accomplish a fair amount in a year I think.

I'm not fluent, but I can swear convincingly, order food fairly convincingly and at least look like I understand what's going on most of the time.
I have made lots of great friends, and I've even managed to lose some... well, not so great friends. Natural selection I guess.
I have had been employed twice without having to speak a word of either of the national languages and I've remained employed in the best job I've ever had. Despite having three weeks off to nurse my broken foot.

The only real regret I have is that I haven't been singing.
But I'm still working on it and I actually wrote a song tonight that I may still like tomorrow!
I was concerned for awhile that I'd lost my muse... but my muse only inspired pathetic sad love songs so it's definitely for the best. Maybe I have a new muse? Maybe I am just inspired by life itself? Maybe I unknowingly just ripped off a song I heard on MTV earlier...

I have slightly more of an idea of what my future holds today then I did this time last year, but it's still only short term stuff.
Questions have been forming but the answers are going to take some time.
The most important thing is that I am truly happy. I love my life.
I have never felt more loved before and more content with myself.

Last year I stepped off the plane and although I was thinking "What the fuck have I just got myself into?", my heart was already beating in time to the Helsinki pulse.
I am meant to be here.