After a while, when you lean back and watch it from a distance, you realize that the place you left, the people you left is amazing and you couldn't do anything without that. I'm in a bit of a homesick high level: butterflies in my belly, ready to go home. I'm ready to spend the entire Summer in that boring little town of mine. I'm getting graduation goggles towards this shithole I call my home here in Kingston, the dirty toilets ( I even happily cleaned the toilet today), the disgusting kitchen and this tiny room where I had to sort out my life for a year.
When I think about it, it doesn't seem so far away, that day when I moved in with help from mum, being the first person in the flat, buying all the stuff I needed to see little by little everything dissapear, don't know where or how. When I was that weirdo in room J2A, shy and all that, turned out not to be the shy one after all. To find good friends all around me, in this flat, in other flats, other groups. And also to find my bebe right in my neighbour room, but to see him leave again after some months! But we still manage to do it, huh ♥ I was so scared in the start when I moved here, the reality of actually moving overseas didn't hit me before I got used to all this, learned so much, tried so much.
Now the end of my first year is soon over, and next year starts with room for more new people, more new friends, and ofcourse more new knowledge. My levels of everything has developed to the better and except from those days I'm really homesick and wished I had studies in Oslo instead, I don't regret a day moving here. And this year have been hard, exhausting and frustraiting, and next year is gonna be all that minus a bit. I'm moving in to a house with some good friends, gonna have some crazy parties and continue student life, level dos! Gonna be good.
This blogpost has been very pink and dreamy, memories and shit, but I'm really looking forward to see the ocean again, work my but off and chill with Freia melkesjokolade, m. And I know that after a coupple pf months in Norway, I'm gonna be so sick of it and wanting to move back! not only that, but I'm also gonna miss friends here.
Oh, and I made henna on myself the other night!