Ban was in Paris this week again, so I made a from-scratch lasagna (I even made my own ragu bebeh!) and a white chocolate cheesecake with blueberries to welcome him home. I was sure that the dehydrated "bread" roll offered on Finnair was either a) ignored with disdain or b) didn't fill him up.
He was in Paris this time to finish the insurance paperwork for the break-in there. I was slightly miffed about him procrastinating about it for so long, but it turned out for the better since I managed to find two receipts for items that were stolen that had been filed in the wrong folder in our record box, so hopefully we can get a little compensation from that. I'm still angry about what happened. Not so much in a material sense (though I have to admit that losing my wedding jewellery was a bit heartbreaking), but more in what they took from me that is not visible. I now trust nobody. I worry all the time about being robbed. We live on the fifth floor and I still think someone might get a ladder, or drop from the balcony above or somehow get in. Again. After the third time, you start to get a little...distrustful. I hate that when we go out I'm almost waiting for it to happen. I don't like that I clutch my handbag to my side like it's my Lobstein syndrome newborn. I hate that I have to check fifty times that my phone/purse/house keys are still in my bag. I hate that if I see anyone unfamiliar around our doorway I immediately feel I have to linger around the parking lot to make sure they're not systematically emptying our home. It's exhausting suspecting everyone who crosses your path, and this is what makes me the most upset. They took a lot more than our belongings.
Anyway. It happened. I'll get over it. Meanwhile we are going to be spending a lazy Sunday on that sofa above, listening to Reinhardt and Grappelli, eating microwaved leftovers, reading, and enjoying the last days of sunlight streaming in the windows. From next week it all kicks off. Ban is back at school full time, we start our Finnish lessons twice a week, and a fellow designer here in Helsinki wants to work with me, so there's a lot to think about and plan. Life moves so quickly- it's hard to believe we've been here nearly a year. Quiet Sundays like this are the time we take to sit down, look around with wonder at where we are ("Helsinki, man. Helsinki!"), and appreciate all that is good in our lives. Burglars be damned.