Back in Finland again :)

Good morning!

Hope you're all doing well. I am really good. I came home to my HOME yesterday evening. I slept really badly because there was a full moon, I was not used to sleeping in my own home, in my own bed. I am feeling really good today. The "fernweh" to go back to Utah has not kicked in yet. LOL. It will at some point though. I think about it all the time. It is such a great place. I miss it like crazy. I miss my friends, the Temples, the food, the shops, the sweets too, of course. The sun, the warmth. No anxiety, no depressing thoughts. Not a lot of bad things over there. Maybe some old friends who don't talk with me or some I don't talk to. Or both of us being upset. All kinds of things.

A few things I learned on my trip to Utah:

What a HOODOO is.

Americans smile a lot.

You DO often wear shoes inside.

The toilet, baths and showers are kinda different...

You can basically say "hi" to anyone pretty much anywhere, anytime: Completely normal.

Americans are friendly.

That's a few things. I am so happy I went there. I got a little taste of what it is like, so next time can be even more interesting now that I know "how things work" :) It is really good... I wish to go there next summer. We'll see. You'll see...

I am happy and satisfied. :)

More later!

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