The one about how we celebrated Estonian independence this year…

This year is the 100 year jubilee of Estonian independence, and today just so happens to be the actual party day – “Head iseseisvuspäeva!”

I got out of bed at around 9:45, walked into the kitchen where I was greeted by a waterfall flowing down from our ceiling (through the lamp to be more precise).

After a couple of phone calls and knocking on doors we finally got the “sort of head of the apartment complex” to keep more water from emerging, but the waterfall was (and is) still present, but has now calmed down to a drip-drop-drip-drop.

This couldn’t have happened at a worse time; no firm that could otherwise have come to dry up the mess is open, our landlord is bedridden…
Actually, the only time worse than today would be during summer, because God knows what might have happened had we not been home (this happened once before we lived here; the ceiling had come down during summer and no one had noticed, the floor had to be redone, it was an all-around mess!)

Despite this today has turned out to be a pretty okay independence day (much thanks to the lovely horses at Ado (especially my dear Adorette) and a pretty successful riding lesson). Now it’s back to the books and studying, but not for long 😉



The one about a year that passed, and a year that’s just begun

Wow… I have posted nothing since my 22nd birthday way back in August!

Reason being? The same excuse I always make; I’ve been way too busy.
Always sounds pathetic, but it’s true!

What have I been up to, then? Well

  • I went to London (and Norwich ^^) in October
  • Uni… (it’s always uni, isn’t it?)
  • Exams, projects, deadlines, panic…
  • Christmas “break” and New Year’s – family time!!!
  • Some more exam stress and panic
  • Potato (aka le boyfriend) came to Tartu
  • Some more panic over the same bloody exam as earlier
  • Success!! (I got an A on my pharmacology exam today ^^ Woop!)

Oh, also, I’ve been knitting like a crazy person! I’ve lost track of how many pairs of socks I’ve made (must be nearing 10 soon!), 2 cardigans, 2 pairs of mittens, baby mittens, two beanies, a sweater for Tinka the cat, three neck warmers/cowls… You get the point – I’ve turned into a granny!

Let’s take a look at some of the things this year will bring;

  • More stress and panic
  • More knitting
  • Summer internship at a clinic
  • A visit to Norwich again in June, hopefully for at least a week before my internship
    and last but not least
  • I’m going on a cruise in October! How exciting!! 😀

Now I’ll get back to knitting – I’m currently working on the “Midsummer socks” (picture below, design by Niina Laitinen – you can find the pattern right here) Currently about halfway done with the first sock 🙂

midsummer socks

Hopefully your year will be full of exciting adventures and new challenges – if you need more challenges you should start knitting 😉


I’m feeling 22!

This year I have time to “celebrate” my birthday with le family before heading back to Tartu for another (hectic) year of studies. Maybe that’s why I’ve actually been looking forward to my birthday for once? I’m also excited because the end of August signals the beginning of September, which in turn equals seeing all of my university friends again soon.

To kickstart the day this song seems more than fitting (although I don’t exactly feel 22… I just am 22).

And here’s another one 😛

Now to resume cleaning and packing before sushi dinner later today 🙂

❤ //jz


The story of my OTD

(for future reference: OTD= obsessive tea drinking)

My first encounter with this divine drink was through summer camp breakfasts. For some reason I thought lemon tea was the way to go (perhaps one of my friends had tea, I don’t know). I believe I went overboard with the lemon tea, because I couldn’t bear the thought of drinking it for a number of years following camp.

My next obsession was mint tea… Once again I went overboard with it and found it impossible to drink for several years.

I have now reached perfect balance in my OTD when it comes to what teas I drink (… balance = drink all of them), and as a result I have dedicated an entire cupboard (read: 1.5 shelves) to my “collection”.

You may be wondering “Why on earth is this crazy person going on about their OTD? Who cares?”, which isquite an appropriate response. It just so happens that I hate coffee with a passion, and I consumed my first ever coffee today (capsule Café au lait… It was ghastly!) In an attempt tomake up for this terrible experience I had lemon tea for the first time in forever, and it brought back so many memories 😛 ❤

Anyway, this was a little peek into my life with OTD, I will now return to my little tea cabinet to nest!



The one about a dog…

… but not just any dog. The best, most amazing dog.

Ganda, our lovely Tibetan mastiff, passed away this morning at the honorable age of 14 years (1.4.2003-6.7.2017). I’m not going to sugarcoat it – I’m shattered. When I say she was the best, most amazing dog, I mean it. She was pure gold.

These 14 years hold a lot of memories – some of them good, some of them bad, some of them happy, and some of them sad. When I say I grew up with this dog it’s not in a dramatic, Hollywood-movie-like way, but in an honest, “this is life”-kind of way.

I was 7 (turning 8) when Ganda came to us, and I’m 21 (turning 22) when the time came for her to leave. I really did grow up with this dog. She witnessed my careless childhood years, my awkward teenage years, my stressful and excited high school years, and the beginning of my “adult” life as a university student. Through the years she has always been an unchanging, unfailing rock, and I believe she’ll continue to watch over me from behind the clouds. No matter if I was happy or sad I could count on this dog to always be there, never judging, always understanding – an honorable, admirable trait.

She was certainly not your average happy-go-lucky dog with a wagging tail and huge smile (I could probably count all the times her tail has wagged using one hand). That isn’t to say she didn’t cause trouble – stopping the traffic on our street, killing the “dog proof” kitchen gates, eating my sweets and chocolates, “reading” books, the list goes on.

However, when it came down to it, she relied on her instincts more than “I wonder what the humans want me to do”. Barking at the tractor spreading manure on the field across from our house because “That’s my field… I can see it, therefore it is my field… now it smells like cow poop…”, digging under the deck (and exposing the foundations of the house) because “I’m from Tibet… close to China… going to dig my way to China…”, not caring less about small, floppy eared dogs who came to the house, but “Big dog (or small)… pointy ears… must make sure this does not get near the house”, laying in the snow for hours on end because “Look like bear… bears hibernate in winter… must lay in snow until it covers me completely”, the list goes on.

To anyone who hasn’t had the privilege of being unconditionally loved by an animal – I’m sorry. And to anyone who has had the privilege of being unconditionally loved by an animal – I’m sorry. Why? Because the pain of letting them go is something beyond the power of words, and anyone who has felt it knows exactly what I mean.

I guess all we, as nothing but tiny humans, can do is let the tears come, and rest knowing, or at least hoping, we will see our furry friends again in some other time. Until then we hold on to the precious memories ❤