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I've been thinking about posting an entry in the ever-fascinating language of English for a long time. I don't really know why; probably I imagine that there are some non-Swedish speaking people out there who might take interest in the sentimental randomness that I call a blog; I don't know if this is true or just a fancy of mine.
Anyway, it is good practice for me.

(Perhaps an explanation is needed: I've left the lonesome plains of Ostrobothnia, Finland, for the enticements of the city of Glasgow (primarily in order to gain academical knowledge) and the purpose of this blog is to tell the story of my new life).


I have experienced quite a peculiar thing when it comes to homesickness.
The fact is, so far I haven't really had time to think about my home: the new situation, with everything it implies, has occupied me completely both mentally and physically. BUT.

Two weeks ago, as I was walking to school one morning, as always with my dear iPod as a faithful companion, the song "Seice Ruairidh" by (my favorite) band Capercaillie came on. I had not heard this particular song for a while, and last time was when I still was at home. I used to run to this (and many other great Capercaillie songs) a lot and therefore I connect the sound of them with the roads in my hometown.

When hearing this song, I suddenly got the sensation of being at home in Finland. Like deja-vu, but not connected to a specific moment. I suddenly got so homesick that I almost started to cry. And the strange thing (which might sound a bit cold-hearted) is, that I didn't in the first place miss my people at home. It was the scenery, the sounds, the smells, all the sensual perceptions of my home that I suddenly wanted to have close to me again.

All of this because of that only song.


And this has continued. When I heard "Chi Mi'n Geamhradh" by Runrig (another great Scottish band), the forest near my house suddenly emerged before my eyes and I just wanted to be there.


The most paradoxical thing, apparently, is that it is mainly Scottish and Irish music that gives me these melancholy feelings. I've been listening to this kind of music for years, and that very music is (at least indirectly)the main cause for my being here today. And still, it is just because of this, that I've been surrounded by this music for such a long time at home, that it reminds me so strongly of that place. So strongly that it even gives me feelings of homesickness although I actually am in the country where the music has its origin and should rejoice in that happy fact.


So, I actually try to avoid that music for now. The music which in the future will remind me of my first months in Scotland will probably be something in the lines of mainstream pop/ monotonous remixes of mainsteam pop. How ironical.




Now I've made a big thing out of a small thing again. But that's just how I am.

I apologise for any grammar mistakes etc..

Have a nice day!