I'm new here...
I’ve always thought of myself as a chameleon and an easy adapter to geographical change. That is until I moved to Oslo that my view was tested.
I thought that the move would be easy, since I’ve lived abroad alone before – so surely this was going to be a breeze, right?! After all, I was still in Europe and I’d been to Oslo many a time before the actual move.
The first few days seemed to just fly right past me and, now, exactly two months into my new (Norwegian) life I’m still not fully settled. I didn’t consider that I was starting my life all over again in a new country, with new rules and a new … everything. My mental plan was short sighted that of the usual “just the summer then it’s back to Dublin” so the shock hit me hard.
I arrived with wide eyes for Norway, and it all went swimmingly until the real tasks started: making new friends, registering my residency/SSN, getting a phone, learning the transport modes and the worst of all – buying sensible clothing.
I’ve not made sense of it all yet, so the to-do list is far from done but I’m a lot more comfortable now than a month ago. But I’m happy and feel at home here. I’m also getting accustomed to Norwegian ways and I only cry about the hole in my wallet when I am alone in my room.
Writing this post makes me realise that I have actually been here a short time, and that perhaps I was expecting too much of myself. The truth is, be it the first or 50th time you move somewhere new, it’s going to be tough. I love Norway and I adore everything about Scandinavia but it’s taken a lot settling in.
The bottom line is to take a deep breath, relax, go out and get lost/make some mistakes. The place you’re in will unfold within due time, so even when I’m lonely I often tell myself: hey, you’re here. Remember, this is your dream.
“Jeg er her”