wellington

Going to wellington was a very special thing for me. years ago in school I wrote a small research paper about NZ, at that time...in our fresh reindependent country, I wud never thought that one day I will go there...I desired that...but it seemed so unreal. It was exhausting even to get visa and tickets to our neighbour country Finland...well

Here I was, I was happy to be alone...to take moments to contemplate. It was not that I managed to travel so far and I really liked Wellington, with its clever and humorous and tasty architecture and sculptures and cityplanning...and the clothingstyle of people on the streets...it awoke some old memories, thoughts..boundaries..It was an achievement for me in a way, unique, special and more important than visiting any other countries or overcoming any difficulties, which come up when travelling..
So, here I am, few hours left in NZ...and I feel sad, to leave. But coming back seems more real than dreaming coming here years ago.
Here, I would like to thank my father and other friends, who supported me financially and psychologically to go on this voyage. I am extremely happy after those months.

I have met so many wonderful, amazing, interesting and kind-hearted people. I have learned to be more happy and to smile more...and I have become more happy and made peace with myself.