So my family is back in Finland and I have the house all to myself again. In my introspective ways, it can be a really difficult situation to constantly have people around me and not be able to have a moment alone to calm down my nerves. It’s a constant sensory overload, I just can’t shut out or control anything and it takes mountains of self control to not take out my frustration on them. They’re not doing anything wrong, it’s just me.
So as much as enjoyed having them here and showing them around, as much (or more) I enjoy that they left. I may appear moody sometimes but luckily they’re used to it and at the end of the day, they’re family. The only family I’ve got.
My sister picked the flowers before she left, I should’ve told her I appreciate them. The flowers will soon wither but this picture won’t, and neither will the memory.