After spending four fantastic days in Bodø, I'm back in Lillehammer.
Each time I get on the plane there's a mix of feelings. And I'm sorry to keep going on and on about this, but it's such a weird feeling. It's something I've never experienced before, exept for when I left Dunedin.
It's a mix between happy, sad, excited, frustrated, relieved and angry.
I'm happy for the time I got to spent at home, but sad that I couldn't stay longer. Excited for the things that I'll be doing here (Lillehammer), but frustrated that I can't do it at home. Relieved that things at home are still the same, and angry that I have to leave them.
It simply breaks my heart each time I have to leave, and yet; it fills me with joy.
The best thing about being back to Lillehammer is getting back to my relationship. It's been going on for four years, and I'm just starting to realize how special it is. My bed and I are very happy, and still very much in love, thank you for asking.
