Four days to frantically check what I forgot

My flight leaves 7 am from the Helsinki-Vantaa airport. So far I've told it to my mom 126 times this and previous month to make sure she truly shows up 3.30 am at my home street. We have a notorious history of miscommunication; everything is better said thrice among my little tribe.

I may finally flood my last minute thoughts on this piece of white box as the other cat, the special one, finally plopped out of my lap. Softly, just like a that: she's really special. Her big little sister Madde has been casting some A-level judgement down from her fortress all the while, but now she can nap again.

What I'm currently feeling with the force of thundering typhoon (Thanks Capt. Haddock) is guilt. The special cat needs treatment for her conjunctivitis and I only have four days to administer the meds myself, last three days of the given duration my partner has to juggle work, two cats, their litter cleaning, feeding and other one's 4-times-a-day eye drop treatment. I'm a shit cat mother.

I myself got diagnosed for a case of overactive thyroids, which means I need to pack 4,5 months worth of meds with me. This Grave's disease is not even worth mentioning wasn't it for the fact that I need to organize blood tests to define the correct dosage... each month. Out of Finland. Oh blergh. They've taken so many samples of blood out of me last two weeks I'm starting to suspect someone is short of my blood type.

Feigning defeat (There'll be Fazer)

Yes, I'm going abroad again. This time it will be approximately four and a half months in the heart of Europe by some standards - destination Budapest. I start this blog for two reasons: to improve my casual English and to record the events of my stay which I hope there will be plenty of.

What I think the main difference between me and other wanderlusters is:

I wish to always stay in the same safe haven for the whole duration of months and relish the phase of waking up every morning to drink coffee before departing to duty. In other words; there is something about routines abroad that make me tick in a happy fashion. To wake up in a friendly, new city, but to wake up and know exactly what the instant coffee will taste like in the next fifteen minutes. Conservative approach to living somewhere else, if you must. But seriously, few things make one as happy as soapy coffee in a place you've inhabited just for few months.

I take this leap at some cost, since I need to leave my little family behind; my partner and my beloved felines. He's the person I've spent 18,46% of my life with since I lost the umbilical cord. Good thing is, I know I have a home to return to. Bad thing is, months tend to be longer for those who wait.

Like the heading suggests, I started making important decisions. Inevitable decisions. When I first went abroad, I loaded my suitcase with Finnish chocolate to give as a gift for my host family (I was seventeen). What actually took place was certain exchangee eating all the delicious pieces of confectionery over the course of two weeks. Last ten months I suffered.

Song of the day: Humpty Dumpty Love Song.