Moving is really scary

Eep. I got a futon delivered to my new place today, and I was really pleased because I managed to get all the plastic off it and put it in a sofa-like position instead of the bed position it came in and proceeded to sit on it happily. A few seconds later I saw the box that had come with it and realised it has legs (the sofa, not the box) that I probably should have attached before turning the sofa over and folding it up. While I was there I spent a few minutes being alone in the flat and putting some things in the right rooms. It felt good, except for some old man who seems to have a nasty cough which I can hear very clearly through the walls. Get better, old man!

So that went well. But on my way back to Otaniemi I decided to walk home from near the main building of the uni because some massive group of people had got off the same bus as me and I presumed they were waiting for the same bus I would be. I took the scenic route and walked around the shore of the peninsula and saw people flying kites and skating on the frozen sea. Everything's full of snow, the trees looked beautiful because the branches were heavy with snow. Then I realised I actually LOVE where I live, even if I always fall over on the small hill round the back of my flat, even if strange pakistanis follow me home, even though I don't go to the uni that owns this campus and the nearest shop is a kilometre away and the hills I need to navigate to get to it are slippery. I love it that my current window opens onto a path so I can watch people come and go, there are some dogs I see most days that I like to watch. I also love the bathroom floor (compared to my new flat) and the glass window in my kitchen and the fact that I'm near all the other rooms in my house. It sucks that my mind is only choosing now to notice these things. I'm sure the new place is going to be great, but for now all I can think about is how much I'll miss this place.

But I always do that. If I go on holiday for 10 days I spent the last 9 thinking how crappy it's gonna be to go home. I wonder why my mind always shoots me in the foot like that?