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Sometimes it's hard to speak. Sometimes it's even harder to simply just communicate, and when somebody asks you to make yourself clear to someone in some different language you wonder: how on earth did I get on this plane?

This morning I woke up having an awful need to be somewhere else. Not just in downstears or in another town but in another country -in another world. Right now I should be a reporter writing (in her own language) a story about some people from New Zealand. I should, but finnish just can't make it's way out of me. Instead I waste my time writing in english.

Tomorrow I'm going to be myself again. Last week I wanted to avoid any kind of situation that includes speaking in english, and today I just can't stop using it. If I could spend the morning in my own little englishworld, would I find my way back home again? Sometimes it's hard to take a role, to be something else, to do something you normally never do. In the end it's always hard to give it up. To lose the role, to get of the plane and come home again.

We all have roles. Roles that we use along those daily activities that we have. It is not acting or pretending to be someone else when you take a role to be a nurse at work. It is being good at what you do. It is being professonal.

-Suuse-