It somewhat amazes me that somewhere else someone else is doing something else. Not me though, I’m still here, doing this. But this is the end. Of this.

 
I cannot compare my Norway to my Finland, as I can’t remember the latter. Unfortunately, and naturally, everyone here asks me about my time in Norway as I’m about to leave.. and now, as everyone has left or is leaving, I’m just so happy to do the same. Which I tell them. Get me out of here. Sorry about that.

Leaving this place must be the slowest band aid I’ve ever had ripped off.

So, should I pretend I’ve had time to buy christmas presents or should I throw the naked truth out there? I can’t believe myself.. I usually start writing lists in october. This year it will be done the man-way. Danföredopparedan.

My box, my green box, was officially not done at three o’clock this friday, packed and graffitied with instructions and contact information. For a final surprise Anne and I were told that there might not be room for us in the KhiB stand at Stockholm Furniture Fair, yey. After this we walked around for.. two precious, free hours.. which was the first time the past couple of months I’ve actually seen the city called Bergen, and I did buy one, ONE, christmas present. Congratulations you sole one who will get it.

I found myself waiting for the bus the other day.. as a change.. realizing that most people come and go to their mediocre jobs day in and day out, finding their pleasure in the remaining hours of the day. Hobbies and such.. This line of profession I’ve chosen, is a job, a hobby, a boyfriend and a pet. It always makes me neglect something.. friends, food, hygiene (ok, that sounds..  hmm.. ), sleep, fun, plants, manners.. Can’t really appologize to my body for the lack of sleep, but I’m sorry I’ve neglected you friends lately. Especially you back home. I do miss the regular nine-to-five from time to time. But hey.. I’m out of school.. wish granted. Hrm..

So Norway was.. wet, and beautiful. Cold, really cold.. not the dry cold which I’m used to.

I will definetly miss walking up a mountain if I found nothing else to do that day. Or just look up one, if I found nothing else to do that day.

Didn’t see much of the people, I must say.. maybe they’re hiding.. The ones I did meet I really liked. They’re hard to get to, these Norwegians. Finns are said to be the same, really friendly if you get under their skin, but they do have thick skin. Norwegians seem to grow new skin though.. you get somewhere, or at least you think so, but the next time you see them your out in the cold again. Almost got to know my classmates in the end, but then.. the end. Bye, hug, merry christmas, have a good life.

They have great milk here. And mad busdrivers. Beatiful mountains, but no sunsets. The city is small for being so big, and it does house my favourite band ever. I did not spend one day here without being amazed by the prices. They’re not vastly different, but you feel the pain. I did not spend one day here without being amazed by the beauty.

So back to the old life which is now completely new. I’ll start my 500-and-something-th attempt to change my life.. Sports, vegetables, dental floss and whatever. Wish me luck.

End.