Welcome to the last year of this textual/visual diary. Exploring words, spaces and aesthetics. 

210 cuppas later....

210 cuppas later....

I can hardly believe it's nearly been 4 months, and 210 cups of tea (drank at home) since moving here. In a way it feels surreal, cause this has always felt like home.  Many ask "so, how do you like it here?" and quite simply my response is "I love it!" - but that's because the cold hasn't really revealed its full force. "Do you have lots of friends?" .... now that's tricky. The thing is I'm sociable but often I prefer being alone or staying at home. I wouldn't break my back to make friends, and quite frankly neither do Norwegians. Everyone lives in their own little private bubble and only after a few drinks (or placebo effect, for those who don't drink) then you come out of that bubble. Language is also a big (but little) barrier, because although Norwegians speak really good English, they can be hesitant about the switch. Which makes socialising a little hard at times. Don't get me wrong, Norwegians are mighty helpful and lovely - but they're reserved around strangers, until the alcohol kicks in. In a way, I have found my happy place, but at the same time it's making me more reserved but to be frank I don't mind it one bit.

Skål!

STRANGER

STRANGER

BYE BYE NOVEMBER!

BYE BYE NOVEMBER!