I'm Maria, nice to meet you.

It's pretty awesome how some many people in America have stories about how their families immigrated to the country. They can be so inspiring, how one person's great-great-great grandfather/mother came to the 'Land of Opportunity' and opened up a restaurant or laundromat or worked in a mine to feed their family and how proud they were of their accomplishments and how they made something of themselves. Their stories can be quite interesting, and there's a sort of romantic notion that's associated with traveling to a new country by boat (even if in reality these boats were riddled with disease and were just plain gross...)


I happen to be from Finland. Which most people think is pretty cool. But my family's immigration story isn't very glamourous or romantic, it's pretty typical. Three months after I was born, my dad took a temporary job at a university in America, so we flew there on a plane, stayed for a year or two, went back to Finland, and then for some reason decided to go back and stay in America. I still consider myself to be Finnish (or actually Finnish-Swedish which I'll talk more about at another time) but like any immigrant, I'm now part of both cultures.


So here's my attempt at documenting my life, which at the very least will hopefully be entertaining and maybe even informative.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed reading. Till next time!