My parents are moving, to freaking Svalbard. Yes, it's completely
100% true. They want to do something different, something exotic for a
few years. If it had been me, I would probably have gone to some
Mediterranean island, but it isn't, and it's their life long dream to go
live on Svalbard, so who am I to stop them.
Stop them?
There is no stopping them, and am I glad? You bet I am, I am ecstatic.
My parents are moving to Svalbard, and I am moving home. You might ask
why, why the freeking fracking warm place would you move back to your
small town when you were one of the few lucky ones who got out?
I'll
tell you why, fresh air, living right by the edge of the forest, a
great big house, no roommates, herbs, fruit, strawberries, raspberries,
rhubarb, all strait from the garden.
I know it might
still sound crazy, specially to those who know me and have heard me say
that I'm never moving back there ever in my life, like a thousand times.
I'm not all sure if it's going to go well, but one won't know until one
tries. Maybe I'll end up staying for good.
It's not
like it's at the end of the world, it's like 30 minutes away fro Oslo by
train, and I'm going to the city center approximately five days a week,
give or take a day. And it's not like it's among the smallest of places
ether, and not like everyone knows everyone, even though sometimes it
feels like everyone I meet knows who I am and I don't know them. All of
Nittedal has 21.000 inhabitants and if my calculations are right Hakadal
has somewhere between 4.500 and 5.000. So not all that small.
Simply
moving back would of course be no challenge, I would just have to get
up a bit earlier in the morning and to bed a bit earlier in the evening,
and I would be able to live my life as normal. Therefor I am embracing
the country life whit all it's pros and cons, I am going to find out if I
can reap all the benefits of a life in the countryside as well as a
life in the capital. I am setting out to prove that you don't have to
chose, you can have the best of both worlds.
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