The years pass by way too fast
It says that it's been 10 weeks since I last wrote here, that is probably the longest it's ever been. I don't know why I suddenly stopped, the only reason I can give is that my boy came, and my world was turned upside down.
After 5 months and a week, I stood nervously at the airport waiting, his plane was late, then a little bit more late, and it dragged on, until I suddenly saw him again. Wearing a jacket. I'd never seen him wearing a jacket before. At that moment, when I kissed him again, all my doubts and fears flew away. Those 5 months were definately worth it. An hour and a half in a car was way too long, and it felt like my first time when we made love again.
2 and half months later, he's still here, with no plans to leave. He got a job quite easily, and even though I know he'll never want to spend another winter in Norway ever again, I think he'll stay until I finish school. It's not that I don't understand, coz I do, completely. The feeling that came when I was about 12, that this is not the place for me, is still here, stronger than ever. The winter makes everything stop, and the one thing that you could always rely on coming, snow, is no longer something you can expect. My one joy in winter, going skiing through fairytale forests, is no longer something I take for granted. Global warming has fucked up this place, and Norwegian politics is fucking this country up even more. I want to leave before everyone else realizes that there's so much better places out there.
Tomorrow is a new year, it feels refreshing, mostly because I have no idea where it's ending. I know that the 5 first months will be spent here, finishing my bachelor degree, and the probably the 3 summer months will also be spent here. Enjoying endless summer nights maybe for the last time. After that, I will be gone, I am not still exactly sure where, when and with who I am going, but I will go. Plans are in the making, and I feel blessed to have a world of opportunities ahead of me.
2008 has been a very good year for me. It started on the other side of the world, in Sydney, Australia, with random people I got to know in New Zealand. I missed my boyfriend who I'd just left, and knew there was another 2 and half months until I'd see him again.
2 and a half months of backpacking through wonderful Asia, with wonderful friends followed. Malaysia, Brunei, Cambodia, Vietnam, Philippines, Laos and Thailand. I spent 3 days in a jungle, being sweatier than imaginable, sleeping caves, surrounded by tigers. Then I climbed a mountain of 4095 meters, and the feeling of being able to do anything when I stood at the top in the sunrise at 7 am in the morning, was priceless.
Walking trugh ancient temples in Angkor, Cambodia, freezing in Vietnam, karaoke at every stop in the Philippines, tubing and turning 24 years old in Laos. Then goodbye in Bangkok..
Only to say hello to my boy again a couple of hours later on Bali. 2 months spent on a sail boat with 3 men. An experience I will never forget, sailing through remote Indonesian islands, but also an experience I will never repeat, and people I never want to meet again.
Fast forward May 16th, I kiss him for the last time in a very long time. I didn't know then, how long it would be. Crying as I go to the airport, knowing I'm about to go home, after 7 and a half months away.
May 17th, in Sydney first, fire, drama, not what I expected..
May 20th, I walk on Norwegian soil again, empty, cold, lost... But somehow the summer went fast, earning money again, seeing my friends.
By the end of August, school starts, new class, I like them, classes are interesting, and I am positive about the final year. Practice work, kindergarten burned down, too manye fires in too short time. Drama again, but things work out, and by the end of my practice period, he finally gets here, definately not too early.
A month earlier I moved into our apartment, for the first time I have a place I can call my own. I love it, and I've never missed home before until now. It's cozy and small, but central and warm. I have a home, that is mine, and I can do whatever I want to do here.
The last couple of months have gone fast. All of a sudden I live with my boyfriend, officially. Grown up..
I passed my oral exam, Christmas is over...
And tonight I will be able to kiss my boyfriend at the stroke of midnight, as 2009 starts. The year of opportunities.. I can't wait!
Happy New Year's!
After 5 months and a week, I stood nervously at the airport waiting, his plane was late, then a little bit more late, and it dragged on, until I suddenly saw him again. Wearing a jacket. I'd never seen him wearing a jacket before. At that moment, when I kissed him again, all my doubts and fears flew away. Those 5 months were definately worth it. An hour and a half in a car was way too long, and it felt like my first time when we made love again.
2 and half months later, he's still here, with no plans to leave. He got a job quite easily, and even though I know he'll never want to spend another winter in Norway ever again, I think he'll stay until I finish school. It's not that I don't understand, coz I do, completely. The feeling that came when I was about 12, that this is not the place for me, is still here, stronger than ever. The winter makes everything stop, and the one thing that you could always rely on coming, snow, is no longer something you can expect. My one joy in winter, going skiing through fairytale forests, is no longer something I take for granted. Global warming has fucked up this place, and Norwegian politics is fucking this country up even more. I want to leave before everyone else realizes that there's so much better places out there.
Tomorrow is a new year, it feels refreshing, mostly because I have no idea where it's ending. I know that the 5 first months will be spent here, finishing my bachelor degree, and the probably the 3 summer months will also be spent here. Enjoying endless summer nights maybe for the last time. After that, I will be gone, I am not still exactly sure where, when and with who I am going, but I will go. Plans are in the making, and I feel blessed to have a world of opportunities ahead of me.
2008 has been a very good year for me. It started on the other side of the world, in Sydney, Australia, with random people I got to know in New Zealand. I missed my boyfriend who I'd just left, and knew there was another 2 and half months until I'd see him again.
2 and a half months of backpacking through wonderful Asia, with wonderful friends followed. Malaysia, Brunei, Cambodia, Vietnam, Philippines, Laos and Thailand. I spent 3 days in a jungle, being sweatier than imaginable, sleeping caves, surrounded by tigers. Then I climbed a mountain of 4095 meters, and the feeling of being able to do anything when I stood at the top in the sunrise at 7 am in the morning, was priceless.
Walking trugh ancient temples in Angkor, Cambodia, freezing in Vietnam, karaoke at every stop in the Philippines, tubing and turning 24 years old in Laos. Then goodbye in Bangkok..
Only to say hello to my boy again a couple of hours later on Bali. 2 months spent on a sail boat with 3 men. An experience I will never forget, sailing through remote Indonesian islands, but also an experience I will never repeat, and people I never want to meet again.
Fast forward May 16th, I kiss him for the last time in a very long time. I didn't know then, how long it would be. Crying as I go to the airport, knowing I'm about to go home, after 7 and a half months away.
May 17th, in Sydney first, fire, drama, not what I expected..
May 20th, I walk on Norwegian soil again, empty, cold, lost... But somehow the summer went fast, earning money again, seeing my friends.
By the end of August, school starts, new class, I like them, classes are interesting, and I am positive about the final year. Practice work, kindergarten burned down, too manye fires in too short time. Drama again, but things work out, and by the end of my practice period, he finally gets here, definately not too early.
A month earlier I moved into our apartment, for the first time I have a place I can call my own. I love it, and I've never missed home before until now. It's cozy and small, but central and warm. I have a home, that is mine, and I can do whatever I want to do here.
The last couple of months have gone fast. All of a sudden I live with my boyfriend, officially. Grown up..
I passed my oral exam, Christmas is over...
And tonight I will be able to kiss my boyfriend at the stroke of midnight, as 2009 starts. The year of opportunities.. I can't wait!
Happy New Year's!