Today I have been in Norway for four years. What have I learnt in four years? Lots about Norway and Norwegians but more about myself and what I am capable of.
A couple of times a year I leave home to visit home...This, I know sounds suspiciously like I am talking about going on holiday, but a holiday it is not.
"I am a broken woman! Norway, you have finally done it!" There is video evidence of me saying these words.
Recycling is good, even those that don´t participate can hardly criticise. In that vein I decided it would only be right to recycle a couple of blog posts from 2015 that first appeared on Life in Norway. Snow and ice, be gone It is the time of the year where sun lovers are cranking out … Continue reading Time of the season
So, basically, I spent my teens wanting to be someone I wasn't, my twenties trying to explain who I was and now finally, in my thirties, I am at the point where I am using my multi-cultural-ness to my advantage.
Norwegians like to say they were born with skis on their feet and this is not far from the truth.
I have learnt lots since moving here. For all you cold weather experts out there this may feel like common sense- but not to us from the South. In warmer climates we just do not think about these things. Ever! They are not common sense.
Of all my language discovery moments, the best are when English words are integrated into the Norwegian language, as is.
November in Norway is not just a catchy alliteration it is a notable slump in the year. It is the month of grey skies and in-between-seasonal weather that is hard to pretend does not affect you. It is probably what they researched when they defined seasonal affective disorder (SAD aka the winter blues) as a … Continue reading November rain