spring crept here once more and suddenly the streets are covered in pink and white petals like scented stage snow. these springs are very different from the ones I grew up with. nordic springs are all about the blinding light that finally, finally arrives and everyone is a magnifying glass that catches that light and sets the dry ground on fire.
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In the meanwhile... well, I haven't got any proper plans. I need to find some work, hopefully in Glasgow, and that seems quite possible. Might go to Greece or Italy or Spain for a bit in August. And probably to visit a friend in Paris sometime soon. And I'd love to run away and give wwoofing a try sometime...
Do you have plans for the summer?
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I hope I'll be allowed to read your dissertation one day!
What is Finland like, by the way? I know so little about it!
Check your mail...you should have a postcard on the way!
I am glad you're at LJ again. I hope you'll read along and leave comments!
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I must say I'm not very happy with the dissertation and I don't feel like I did the topic justice which is part of why I was surprised by my final grades. Someone's expressed their interest in it, though, so I suppose I should try to edit it some more in hopes of making it somewhat presentable. (Though I guess I should have done that before I handed it in, rather than after ( ... )
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