My first five days in Norway went by in a blur. There was so much to do and so many people to see that I hardly had any time to think – just to smile. Yesterday was the first day where I got to breathe, go for a walk, and just take it all in. I love every second of being back, but it’s also pretty weird. I’ve driven through town and seen tons of changes, and I’ve realized that I have forgotten the directions to places I used to hang out as a kid. Everything is so different and yet it still feels like home. And I think it always will, to a degree. As long as the people I love and miss are still living here.
One of the weirdest things about being home is switching languages! Even though I understand Norwegian perfectly it takes me at least a week before I can speak it fluently, without any english words thrown in. There are certain words my brain just doesn’t want to remember. I guess that’s what you get when you don’t have anyone to spreak Norwegian to the majority of the time. I think I might feel more comfortable with English by now, which is a really strange and slightly sad thought. Maybe I should start reading more in Norwegian?
My brother and sister-in-law picked me up at the train station last Wednesday, and as soon as I saw my niece for the first time I completely forgot that I had been awake for over 24 hours. Even though she was sleeping I couldn’t stop staring at her – even though I had missed Steinar and Lene a lot too!
I spent the next two days at my brother’s place, catching up and getting to know little Helene. She is doing her very best at “talking” and makes the most adorable sounds – when she isn’t screaming for food. She definitely knows exactly what she wants and tells you so in no uncertain terms. But she smiles again in a second when you give it to her. And as her aunt I’m allowed to spoil her, right? Because I’m planning to. Even when my arms get sore and achy I still don’t feel like putting her down.
I’ll try to post some pictures from this past weekend as soon as I’ve had time to go through them. Saturday was the 200th anniversary of Norway’s national day, and Helene’s christening was on Sunday. Both days went by way too fast. And I can’t believe I already have less than 2 weeks left.