Feeling Homesick

I’ve been feeling very homesick for Finland lately. Perhaps it’s because I had to cancel my trip to Tampere before Christmas, and it’s now over six months since I was last there. While organising my blog posts on this new site, I stumbled upon this one, which I wrote three years ago. It felt so relevant to how I’m feeling at the moment that I decided to re-post it. I hope you enjoy reading about my home town.

I’ve recently come back from Tampere in Finland, from a surprise trip arranged at the last minute due to a family crisis. I won’t go into what that was, but I ended up being in my hometown for a week, visiting areas of the city which I just haven’t had the reason to go to for a long time. Each day of my visit I drove past my old primary school, the woods where we cross-country skied in the winter, and the area where our family home was, before we moved to Stockholm.

During this time in Tampere I also once again marveled at how the city has changed. The two main factories, Finlayson and Tampella no longer produce cotton or machinery, instead the areas have been developed into cultural centres and high quality residential areas. Many old apartment blocks are receiving facelifts; even the train station now has a set of escalators and some lifts. (I know, they’ve probably been there for years, but it was the first time I’d noticed them).

When I got back London, after all was OK with my family, I found myself thinking how I could arrange my life so that I could live in Tampere part of the time. This, from the girl who swore she’d never go back there, or who has for months now been considering applying for a British passport (though I haven’t done it yet).

It helped that the weather in Tampere was glorious. The sun was shining every day, transforming the colour of the lakes into the brightest blue. Each way I looked there was water. One morning I went for a jog and ran past beautiful houses, into the woods along the shores of Lake Näsijärvi, and thought how wonderful it would be to be able to do this every day. The place was so peaceful, so calm, yet it only took a few minutes to reach the city centre by (a regular and not crowded) bus service. To think that I’d be able to have a sauna every day, or that no-one would ask me if I was in bad mood if I didn’t smile all the time!

When I came back to London, on the first morning the tube was hot and packed. On my way home the very same day, our local station was closed due to overcrowding, so I ended up, together with hundreds (perhaps thousands?) of other people, taking the long way round, adding an extra hour to my journey home. Why do I live in a sardine tin of a city like London, I wondered, as I tried to keep my nose out of a particular smelly armpit in another full-to-bursting tube carriage.

At the weekend I went to Harris and Hoole in Crouch End for a coffee and the girl behind the desk asked, after mishearing my name as Elena, if I was Italian. ‘No,’ I said, ‘Are you?’ ‘Yes,’ the girl answered, adding with sad look in her eyes, ‘I’ve just come back from Italy.’ I looked at her and replied, ‘I’m just back from my home town in Finland and keep wondering what an earth I’m doing living in London.’ She laughed and nodded.