23 years ago my family and I waved goodbye to the shores of Norway as our ferry to Newcastle slipped away from the dock. What thoughts were with me then are faded now and as I had a 2 year old child holding on to my knees I was probably distracted. I seem to remember a feeling of relief mingled with nervous anticipation but I think the words "it's over" were in there somewhere. So why am I back after all this time, that is the question.
Memory is a funny thing, it systematically filters out the worst and enhances the best so I find myself looking back with rose coloured spectacles. Somehow I always wanted to remember Norway as a great place. I met so many great people in the seven years we lived there, some of them I am still in touch with sadly others vanished. I still see the faces but the names are missing or the names are with me and their whereabouts is a mystery. Lets face it, I am lazy when it comes to friends, you should never be lazy with friends!
Anyway this blog is really to record my thoughts, impressions, rants and life on this return trip. My husband, Tormod, and I plan to be here for a year or so, but who knows. We are the kind of couple who are blown about by life, lacking in anchors and still unable to commit to any single place to live.
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