In March, the UN published its most recent happiness survey, listing Finland as the happiest country in the world. If the statistic didn’t hold true before, it did for sure after the publication: Finns were elated to see their small country featured in big media.
Guess what, wayfarover’s made it to three years of age, making it the longest lasting blog I’ve ever run.
I went to Budapest some time ago. It was my fourth trip in as many consecutive weekends – weekends that should have been spent on my thesis instead of traipsing around Europe, or, according to my Erasmus friends, spent in house parties playing drinking games in Spanish. On the 7-hour bus ride I napped and bookmarked places I wanted to see in the city, planning for another action-packed weekend full of re-discovering places I had visited seven years earlier with my family.
The bad times started with the announcement of a non-chronological timeline, and oh boy, they just did not stop coming. Some of my friends had already started complaining that the foremost purpose of Instagram had been lost a long time ago: meaning that at the beginning of time, when Instagram was new and shiny and ready to topple over the social monopoly of Facebook, it served as a platform for people to share what they were doing at the moment. The early days of Instagram were fueled by grainy shots of lunches and sunsets, enhanced (or more often not) by a variety of artsy filters. Then the influencers took over. The Instaphere started filling up with beautiful photography. Curated feeds, high resolution images and surreally beautiful landscapes had come to stay.