Norwegian Flight DY768
April 3rd, 2009
10 months has passed in Norway. During the ten months I went from being assistant store manager to store manager, I fell in and out of love, I woke up one day not remembering how I got there the day before, I had a big fight with one of my best friends, I travelled, I had one weekend without partying, I spent way too much money, and now, entering the tenth month I just don’t know if there is more to come for me in Norway?
I hate seeing myself just giving up on this city, but I want to wake up excited every morning and have the possibility to experience something new, but I never do unless I travel.
I have become” a true Norwegian” again. The A4 person as we call it in Norway. I wake up at 08.00 every morning, I brush my teeth, have my shower and walk to work. After 35 minutes I open the store gate and check the emails. After six and a half hour I leave work in desperate need of food, so I run home. Every Saturday is party time, I drink the same cava and go out on the same clubs, I meet the same type of people.. ahh…
Luckily I live with two of my best friends so we have a lot of fun at home.. but ITS JUST NOT ME!!! Im an explorer, I love the unexpected, I love living life on the edge, and I love failing to learn from it again. I am sure if I took a test of where to live, London, Barcelona or New York would come out in a big green light..
Ohh dear old B arcelona. How can I forget about you? You made me fall in love, you showed me a side of life I thought I would never see. And now, you showed me a great man as well. What’s a girl to do??
London.Wow, what a dream.. The city of possibilities where everybody can be themselves. Hmm…
New York. What can I say?? No words needed!!
So with that said my next question would be, what do we choose when thoughts like this bump up?? Love, in hope that he might be a right and good choice for me? Or a city that would open up a new world for me? Or three months of crazy fun in New York?? Oh gosh.. I don’t know. All I know is that I would have to pay a hell of a lot overweight to bring all my new shoes with me.
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