I wanna ride that K-10 to way back when, sleep next to the river, hear it rushin' again, give my no-good soul back to where it belong and do my best to keep truth in songs 🌘

I have been taking off from working past 3 weeks. Usually during vacation I am already ready to onboard back to my laptop and emails. This time I feel I could still use 3 weeks more. Past year I have been working my ass off so this July break came like a gift from heaven.

I have been going to the stables- tanned in way too hot North Finland. Hugged my grandparents, played cards with my parents and taken a roadtrip with my Fiance. As promised- I stayed away from dancing the whole July. On August 1st I went to enjoy two classes and the sweating felt good.

Since now I have rather long time as vegetarian I feel like I am at home again. From time to time I get lost in the super materialistic therapy- if you wish- but I always find my way back home. Currently, I am somewhere deep in western tiktoks and yesterday we looked of buying ranch in Wyoming. I ordered also my first real western boots. I guess- Lord, I'd die a little slower in Wyoming.

I have always had a plan if everything goes to South in my life. And that plan has given me so much comfort. I would move in the middle of nowhere in a place were I would rescue all the worlds dogs and cats and hens and cows and horses. And I would stay there when the moon and sun meets and the morning droplets collide with the sea.

One of my friends told my fiance that he thinks I secretly would like to live a hilly billy life. I thought back then that he was a crazy thought. It turns out it wasnt. He just knew me a little bit better than I did.

Always when I calm down and my nervous system calms down I think what the hell I am doing in this pent house.

Cause indeed.

There is something in the orange.

Tara who, With love.