It's funny how failures always seem like a big deal at the time, but when you think about it, they steer us in the correct way after all. I started thinking about this couple of days ago when I came back from England. Dad picked me up from the airport and he quite often likes to tell me what an amazing couple we are with my boyfriend and he always finds it peculiar how people can meet their soulmates like that. He told me that it must have been meant to be. When I started thinking of the times before I met my boyfriend, I noticed that I had more or less failed at everything.

I had a couple of so-called relationships that had failed. Due to this, I decided to go abroad to kind of grow as a person. I went down the au pairing route, which eventually failed as well. We didn't have any kind of chemistry with the host mum and I just couldn't take it anymore. And neither did she. So I packed my stuff and headed back to Finland. I still wanted to do something different, so I decided to move to Helsinki and maybe study something again. I started studying but quickly realised that it just wasn't for me. Even Helsinki wasn't for me. I was lonely and living there was expensive as hell. I was completely penniless. So I had to return to my hometown. It's small and fairly boring. That boredom initially led me to online dating, where I then met my boyfriend. A bit after meeting him, I got an amazing job, which allows me to travel freely to see him.

At the time, all those failures were absolutely horrible and I was very upset. I didn't see a way out and I just thought that I'm just meant to be a loser. But without those failures, I would have never met the love of my life. Everything else just clicked into place after that. I never thought I'd have a chance working in this field and have my own schedules. It's like everything was meant to be.