I have the tendency to go big and then go home - bear with me. I am no fan of small gestures, I mean, yes of course, in everyday life, small gestures are fine and important, but generally I love big gestures. They require planning, anticipation and endless amounts of patience but most importantly, big... Continue Reading →
My imaginary home.
I have a 1 1/2 hour commute (one way) to work. I'm not complaining (yet), it hasn't started snowing (yet) and it's reasonably light outside, but 1 1/2 hours each way, that's 3 hours per day and 15 hours per week and roughly 60 hours per month (give or take, luckily this is a part-time... 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 →