Once upon a time there was a girl. A girl who fell in love with a country, with a man and a group of beautiful people. I’m back in Norway. My exchange year in England has come to an end. It is painful. I’m feeling a sorrow I’ve never felt before. It’s as if although I’m ‘home’ again, I’m further away from it than ever. I’m surrounded by a haze of confusion, split between two countries and the feeling of sadness from leaving one of them and the longing for the people I’ve left, and the excitement of being back and seeing everyone i’ve missed.
The past few weeks has been wonderful. So, so wonderful. I lived with the man and his friends in a student accommodation. Everyday was like a holiday, spent in the sun, with morning cigarettes and coffee, listening to great minds discussing peace and love, how to change the world and our lives. Drunk nights around a fire, long days by the river, midnight sex and laughter in the warm summer breeze. It’s been so beautiful, and leaving all these amazing people behind has left a gap, a black hole in my chest. However, I will cherish the memories and keep them safe in my heart forever. I know this year can never be replaced, it can never be the same, and I’m beyond grateful for all my experiences. I’ve learnt so much about myself. I’ve learnt to love again. I’ve learnt to care, to enjoy the little joyful moments in life. I’ve learnt to be grateful, to be humble, to be honest in my actions. And I thank every single person who has been a part of my life the past year for that. I am truly grateful.
Now I’m back. I’ve closed one chapter of my life, and I’m starting a new one. I’ve just started my new job at Carlings. It’s exciting and rewarding. Also, I just bought my Beacons festival ticket, and now I can count days until I’m going back to England.