Between my parents visiting me and seeing the second part of The Hobbit tonight, I almost forgot that today marks six months since I left Trondheim.
It’s funny how I still measure time like that.
To be honest, nothing much has changed. Life is fairly stationary here, content and quiet but not very exciting except for little things. I’ve started writing my Master’s thesis, but it’s just that much more schoolwork. I’m much more likely to pass out at 10.30 in a cuddle pile in front of a TV here than to stumble onto the first morning bus.
I miss that excitement sometimes. But I went to visit in October, and I’ll be visiting again in January, which is quite enough excitement if I’m being honest with myself and my body, and there’s still a plan to go back to Norway eventually, even though I’m not quite sure how to do that, because with every day, I can feel my Norwegian slipping. But I’m sure everything will work out just fine in the end — things usually do when you put some effort into them.
Even with some distance, my year in Norway remains one of the most important — and fun — years of my life to date, and I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. (I’ve said this so often it’s starting to sound like a big old cliché, jeez.)
I’m off to see the Hobbit now — funny how I watched the first part in Trondheim, over and over again, without ever having to worry about catching an English-language showing. Hmm. I might go see it again there in January.