The Rolls Royce Owner keychain used to hang from my grandparents door. No, they did not own a Rolls Royce. They didn’t own a car in the first place. They didn’t know how to drive. Their 3rd floor apartment in a small Finnish town had the keychain on the door “because it’s funny”. 1990’s summers had no end and still they went by so fast. Waiting for a train to take us 4 hours north to escape from the heatwave, returning later in the summer to the same town, past the yellow rapeseed fields. After the summer spent mostly outside the city itself felt shining white. The walls inside the apartments were blinding.
Over 20 years later I live 24 hours flight away from that town. All of my grandparents have passed. I don’t own a Rolls Royce. The most valuable thing I own is my camera. But my grandparents gave me the keychain and a bad case of wanderlust. When I go to sleep stressed I dream about that summer place or tornadoes. Sometimes both. Summers still go by so fast and it’s hard for me to believe today is the last day of June 2015.
I still think the keychain is funny. Especially since I don’t know how to drive.