[ Posted by Janka
Thu, 29 Jul 2010 15:17:21 GMT ]
Now that we have lived in the area for a couple of years, finally something is happening and places around me are becoming mine.
The grocery store close by, the amazing M-market of Laaksolahti, has been "our grocery store" for some time now. Beside it, there is our waffle cafeteria combined with a tea store, and next to that resides my hair-dresser. Our mall is the one in Leppävaara, and I got two libraries: the big one at the mall and the small one on the way to the grocery store. Next to our school. Or what would be our school if any school-aged people lived here. There's our beach by the lake and our forests all around.
I like it. I have not really felt "home" this way since I was school-aged myself.
Now if there only were "our" health care center I could work in. But unlike in the case of the the big library, I do not seem to be able to feel that health care centers catering for fifth of the city are "ours".
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[ Posted by Janka
Thu, 29 Jul 2010 15:17:21 GMT ]
Now that we have lived in the area for a couple of years, finally something is happening and places around me are becoming mine.
The grocery store close by, the amazing M-market of Laaksolahti, has been "our grocery store" for some time now. Beside it, there is our waffle cafeteria combined with a tea store, and next to that resides my hair-dresser. Our mall is the one in Leppävaara, and I got two libraries: the big one at the mall and the small one on the way to the grocery store. Next to our school. Or what would be our school if any school-aged people lived here. There's our beach by the lake and our forests all around.
I like it. I have not really felt "home" this way since I was school-aged myself.
Now if there only were "our" health care center I could work in. But unlike in the case of the the big library, I do not seem to be able to feel that health care centers catering for fifth of the city are "ours".
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[ Posted by Janka
Wed, 03 Feb 2010 13:10:10 GMT ]
If I could get one of those change one thing in your body whishes that sometimes feature ladies' and teens' magazines, I would not change my physical appearance, but I would change my need for sleep.
I always joke that I am better at sleeping than waking up. People have told me that being good at sleeping, as in, mostly being able to sleep at nights, is a blessing and complaining about it is distasteful. I agree it is a blessing, and I actually like sleeping a lot. However, it would be nice if I did not have to do quite so damn lot of it.
I need something like 9.5 to 10 hours of sleep every night, or I will start accumulating a sleep debt. It is actually hard to know what the exact amount I need is, because there rarely are more than two nights in a row when I am not sleeping off a debt, but it seems to have stabilized to at about 9 hours 40 minutes with extensive testing over December and January, from lights out to ready to get up. And there's not much there in either end to get rid off, either; I fall asleep in about 15 minutes and it takes about the same from first becoming aware of it being morning to being wide awake.
Anyway, nine and a half hours every frigging night means everyone who is at the average 7 or 8 has 2-4 hours more in their every day than I do. I can tell you that I could really, really use those hours. I think it should be made a law that every adult's need for sleep be scientifically determined every five years, and those needing more will be allowed to work less for the same pay.
This is not made easier by the fact that I am also insanely sensitive to lack of sleep. Most people I know happily take away an hour from every night during weekdays, and catch up on weekends. If I did that, by Wednesday I would have (I have) ceased to accomplish a thing, and by Friday I would probably murder somebody.
In addition, I am terribly bad at sleeping during the day. No matter how tired I am, if I try to nap, I simply don't fall asleep. My mother says I've been this way since a very small child, which apparently was a pain; I sympathize but I think having to suffer about it in my adulthood is still a cruel and unusual punishment.
Whine ends here. Now, for more coffee.
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