The Liberating Dip
18th June, 2015. Thursday.
Jakovouri’s Summer Cottage
It’s been more than 3 weeks of travel through North Germany and Denmark and we’re in Finland countryside now. Well, I’m in Finland countryside.
It’s funny how not any of the beautiful sunsets have inspired me to write but just today’s evening has inspired me to finally put pen to paper.
It’s 10 degrees Celsius out and we just went to the sauna at about 80–90 degrees Celsius followed by a couple of lake dips at 15 degrees. That’s the kind of stuff that the Jakovouris write in their summer cottage journal.
It was an okay day. I saw my friends and said bye to them. I’m only going to see them again on Sunday. It felt so far away today morning but it feels okay now. I feel okay by myself.
Since Denmark, I’ve been feeling this way. That I don’t need anyone else by my side constantly. That I can just “be”; and be by myself. I think I’ve always wanted to be surrounded by people. But now I’m okay by myself.
There’s a beautiful lake by the summer cottage. They say that the first dip in the lake in the summer makes all the cold of the winter go away. You can say that it has made me free, because I finally feel like writing. I don’t know if it was the sauna-dip-sauna cycle, or the warmth I received from my host mother. But I do feel good enough to ramble on.
It’s pouring out, but I am sitting in the cold, dressed scantily. Laura, my host sister called me “crazy”. The sun that we yearn for has absented itself from the picture. But the picture before my eyes still feels complete.
I think that the most important thing that I’ve learnt from this journey is, “why not?!” Thanks to a dear friend. I think that’s something that’s going to change my life in the near future.
I might be going back to grim happenings back home. And it does scare me. But life goes on…and what’s meant to be, will be. I believe that I’m destined for a happy ending and that I will have, come what may.
The Finns are shy with humans usually, but they do go naked together in the Sauna. Everything doesn’t have to make perfect sense. Sometimes it’s just the way it is and that’s that.