At the childhood home

Mmm. I just ate the best lasagne. It was just incredibly good. I made it. My little brother was lots of help also. It was one of those things I just had to do while in Finland. No oven in Germany and no-one to actually eat the stuff with me really. Also no soy stuff I need for it.

I arrived yesteday. It sort of feels like I've been here for ages already. Maybe it is just that most nothing has changed really. But that is just good except that I, with loads of help from my litle borther again, just cleaned the kitchen today and it seems I do the same things every year and no change is ever noticeable. As in the microwave is always smelly and dirty and no-one has looked behind it in ages and there is like tons of stuff that should have a place other than the kitchen table or counters but it doesn't. When I actually had a kitchen there were no extra things on the tables there. Just a little decoration on the actual table. But I sort of like cleaning when I can do it like I want and I know people will appreciate it. I still have the fridge to go. Have to fit all of the food we are going to buy and make tomorrow into it. And it is going to be a lot with 12 people eating the Christmas dinners.

The actual trip here went well. It was a long trip and such. New experiences maybe but nothing really special. I'll tell you all about it if you ask. It was mostly dark all the way. I was kind of out of it at times being tired and all or sleeping.

But I must deal with the fridge now. No help this time.