When I got to Ireland, I needed something to distract me from the journey that got me to moving to Ireland and from what yet lies ahead (bear with me, this makes more sense in a minute or two), so I looked through my landlord's bookcase and found Roald Dahl's Matilda. If you're not familiar... Continue Reading →
My broken compass.
In 2011 when A and I first moved to Norway, we didn't know what to expect. We moved to a strange country, with strange food customs and a strange language, knowing nothing about where we would be and how long we were going to stay. We got on a plane, had a way-too-expensive two week... Continue Reading →
My dad always says, he doesn't need a picture to proof that he has been some place. But my dad is generally shy of the camera. Whenever he sees any type of camera approaching him, he would disappear instantly. Let me tell you, skyping this way, is not a lot of fun. My mom, my... Continue Reading →