The Beginning Of A Norwegian Adventure!

 

It has been so long since I blogged that I actually really miss my blog. I occupy a tiny, little corner of the internet that doesn’t matter much. This blog is not “publicized” and it isn’t particularly focused with a theme and so I am often surprised that I even get page views. I honestly don’t know a single soul beside my siblings who reads my blog. The point I am trying to make is that I blog simply for myself. I consider it a time capsule of sorts, capturing whatever random thing amuses me for the moment. I stopped blogging back in March of 2012 because I left on a three week trip and I just haven’t been back because quite a lot happened in my life that I was hoping to eventually document in some way here. So, I am back to blogging and I hope my posting can be somewhat regular again.

In March/April of 2012, I went on a fantastic vacation with some pretty awesome people – my sisters. We’ve all been to England but never together. So, with this trip we started in Ireland, seeing Galway, Killarney and Dublin; made our way to Edinburgh, Scotland; and finished in England, visiting York, Bath and London. It was quite a trip, but it was amazing with so many memories that I am so glad to share with my sisters. What made the trip even more special was that we got to visit York, which is where one of my sisters was studying for the year. More importantly, we visited Bath, which is very special to me. I studied abroad at Bath during my undergrad and ever since I left, I felt that it was a distant home of sorts. Since my time there 6 years ago, my desire to go back was getting progressively stronger and it was incredible to show what I considered ‘my city’ to my sisters who had never been there before. Overall, I can’t say enough about how great this trip was and I have to give a special shout out and tusen takk to my Badodo :)

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On this trip I received news that more or less began a new chapter in my life. To be precise, I was sitting on my hostel bed in Dublin when I got the email that I had been admitted to a masters program in Norway. I was admitted to the same program the previous year but for many reasons I was unable to go – and, more importantly, I was very unsure as to whether I wanted to go. So, I declined my admission with the intention of thinking it over and reapplying. I, unfortunately, am one of those people who can take forever to make a decision if it is an important one and this was a particularly difficult one to make. Needless to say, I still hadn’t made a decision by the time I applied and by the time I was accepted I was in only a slightly different position than the year before. This time I was able to attend but I was still very unsure if I wanted to attend.

This was a somewhat difficult time of my life because it required me to make a decision that required significant commitment of effort, resources and time (2 years) that once started I couldn’t really back out of and it could potentially shape my future into a direction that I was not entirely sure about.

Before I knew it, I accepted admission and the entire summer before I left to Norway I was wrought with uncertainty and unease – the kind I was not used to. Anyways, it got to the point where my family and friends were pretty damn annoyed. At first they we’re like ‘just make a decision’ and when I did they were like ‘it’s going to be better than you think! It’s going to be great, just you see’. In the end I think I made the decision for some right reasons and some maybe not-so-right reasons and it’s fair enough that there are some things I like about my life in Norway and other things I don’t.****

A common question that Norwegians ask is “why Norway?” and it’s a fair question. Norway isn’t a particularly common destination for many people, which is why I guess Norwegians tend to be a little surprised and curious about one’s reasons for coming to Norway. Every time I answer that question I think back to that time from January 2011 when I first applied up until I boarded the plane. In fact, the first time someone asked me that question I didn’t expect it and all I could think was how the fuck did I end up here? And I can’t tell you how often it happens that I look out the window of my room and wonder about the series of events that led me to Norway.

So, on the 11^th of August, 2012, I began my unexpected Norwegian adventure.

***Addendum: I started writing this post about a year ago and my feelings have since evolved.