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Posted onFebruary 16, 2015
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Recently I spent a weekend chaperoning, informing and organizing 70 engaged Norwegian students in Washington DC. For some reason (busy) I didn’t take a whole lot of photos that were actually in focus, and through a series of (un)lucky events I ended up in Chicago for another 20 hours on my way back to the Midwest.
While I could have cried and moped about it, which I did for a bit, I decided to make the best of it, buy myself some emergency clothing at Target and take the Metro to downtown Chicago. What met me as I exited the underground tunnel was a foggy city, and views that immediately reminded me of how much I love this strange large city. Three hours later, after a round of speed-shopping, photo-taking and a splurge of a lunch at The Gage, I was on my way back to the airport and again back to Lincoln.
Don’t get me wrong, there are many things I love about living in Nebraska, but traveling and exploring will always be my favorite thing. Especially looking back at old photos as I prepare myself for the last month of stressful projects before I take a long Christmas break back in Norway.
I haven’t quite decided what I think of this weather yet, it seems like summer just won’t let go, yet fall is still looming somewhere close. How confusing is that?
What I do love is sweater, rather than jacket, weather. Boots and jeans and knits. That pretty much summarizes my life, right there. Add coffee, avocado and art supplies and that’s pretty much all I need.
It’s almost October already, and I can’t quite understand where all the time went, but at least I am still floating and surviving this crazy schedule of mine. This school year has some exciting experiences and travels coming up, and I am trying my best to make my decision as elegantly and logically as possible, but I’m not quite there yet. In two weeks I will be jetting off to Washington D.C. and after that I will have a whole week to explore Lincoln even deeper with a visitor from back home.
When your schedule consists of 15 credit hour, 16 hours interning and countless more hours working through my student organization’s email and social media, there really isn’t time for a whole lot more. I’m debating the future, looking up schools and trying to figure out if I really have time to apply in time for all the deadlines. September is almost over already, and I am using this as an excuse to wear whatever I want to wear. There is never better weather to wear hats and shorts and dresses and sweaters and anything, all at the same time. Coincidentally, I also end up looking like a male hipster about 60% of the time, which I have to admit I am completely fine with.
Even though I will mourn the end of summer, I am still looking forward to everything fall, including wool socks and heavy boots, copious amounts of hot tea, red wine and force-cuddling the cat as our apartment temperature drops. I’m already scoping out winter jackets, and I might already have ordered myself a pair of fall shoes, because it still counts as “back to school” gear. I have also made some interior purchases, and hopefully within the next couple of weeks I can show off a partially decorated apartment. Somehow we are still living in boxes and suitcases..
We are finding out that our new apartment is draftier than we were first expecting. Our sunroom is kept blocked off with all the blinds down, and this nugget finds any excuse to peek through when a gap emerges. I wake up to her little paws walking across my face so that she can snuggle close to Jonas, and I am realizing that I am the third wheel in this household.
Our apartment is still a mess of suitcases and boxes, and it must all feel like kitty heaven. One minute she is pushing a shoe box around the floor and the next she is pushing open a zipper to curl up inside a suitcase filled with winter clothes. The wooden floors are slipperier than our old carpet and she skids across it as she sprints from one room to the next, sliding sideways on her belly.
Strange, annoying, playful, funny kitten, please never grow up.
The time has come to start blogging in English.. It’s not that this is such an extreme step for me, I did after all grow up speaking both Norwegian and English, but it is a step away from what blogging has always been to me. Five and a half years ago I moved away from Norway to spend six months with my grandparents in Lincoln, Nebraska, and somehow that is where I am today.
I started blogging to document and keep my friends and family at home updated about how and what I was doing. Recently those entries have become a way for me to look back and remember who I was back then. Today I am at the very beginning of my last year of college (so far) and I have finally found a path I am happy to be wandering down. The last year has been filled with so many new and exciting experiences, and as I continue to say “Yes” to all projects that float my way, I am hoping for even more in the coming year.
Last week I started my first internship with a small advertising agency called Minnow Project, and I couldn’t be more excited to be getting hands-on design experience and to gain the friends and connections that come with it. The atmosphere is friendly and my co-workers and adopted mentors are wonderful and so patient with me.
I have also spent a lot of time working for ANSA (Association of Norwegian Students Abroad) and can’t wait to work more and travel with this great group of people!
Grown-up life is approaching fast and I am doing everything I can to stay busy and conquer all the scariness and panic attacks that are difficult to avoid when faced with new life-changing decisions. One I have made, however, is to continue my online documentation of my full schedule and life and to include more of the people in my life, since most of you are less than fluent in Norwegian.
Denne sommeren har dreid seg mye om jobb. To jobber og summer school, som endelig er over. Endte opp med en A og har tatt meg et par dager fortjent ferie på stranda og i hagen. Stått i butikken og prøvd å late som om jeg liker det, og ellers planlagt fremover til alle reisene det kommende året bringer med seg.
Ellers sverger jeg til svart om sommeren, loffer rundt i Birkenstocks og har klippet av meg halve håret. Fint med litt forandringer, selv om fargen fortsatt er ganske ubestemmelig.
Juli er svett og klam, og jeg planlegger middager med lillesøster som vi spiser ute på terrassen, uavhengig av været.