The magic thing about home

And just like that it had all come to an end. 

I left Lillehammer yesterday at 10, got to Trondheim at 14.45, and left for Bodø at 23.40. Will be home in an hour. 

I don't think I've quite realized that I'm actually leaving. Been so focused on getting home, that I forgot what I'm leaving behind. A wonderful job, amazing friends, and my home for the past four years. 

Yesterday was tons of mixed feelings. On one hand I was so exhausted from working and not sleeping, on the other I was so ready to leave that my body felt like it had slept for years. Saying goodbye was hard, but meeting an old friend was just so much fun. I wonder when it will hit me, the fact that I'm not going back. It's a one-way ticket. 

But the one-way ticket brings so many opportunities, and so many new adventures. 

I'm home. 

Tomorrow

First off; Yesterday was a slow night at work. Had some Aussies come in, and one of them could easily charm a girls pants off. 

He came in to the reception, slightly drunk, and sang me a song. He then noticed my tattoo, and we had a discussion about New Zealand vs. Australia. He decided that he needed to sign our "divorce papers", and I handed him a piece of paper and a pen. He wrote his name and number (and room number), and told me to give him a call if I woke up early (or come to his room). Did I mention that this guy was Australian and oh so fine?

To the amazing Australian guy: you made my week!

More to the point: It's finally here! 

My very last day in Lillehammer. And I'll be spending it in bed, sleeping. Still working nights, and my body is so fucked up from working way too many days in a row. Oh well, last shift starts in 13 hours. 

Tomorrow I end my shift at 7am. Will go home, take a shower, have some breakfast, go back to work (have to say byebye to everyone), getting a taxi to the station, and putting my ass on the train. Spending the day in Trondheim, and taking the night-train to Bodø, arriving at 9am on Tuesday. 

Still can't believe that this is my last day!!! 

If I had the night off I'd have a glass of whiskey, just to toast the city, the people and the memories. 

Guess I could do that with some iced coffee tonight. 

Cheers!

7 days

"Please understand,
I have been waiting to leave
ever since I figured out there were roads
willing to take me anywhere I wanted to go"

In seven days I'll be all done with my last day at work, hopefully everything will be packed, cleaned and ready. And even though I can barely contain my excitement - it's a weird feeling. I'll leave the place I've called home for the past four years, the job I've loved for a year, not to mention all the wonderfull people! 

A tad bit sad. 

Right now I'm just sitting here, listening to a mix of music and the rain. Because summer just decided to leave, and the rain came along. I'm fine with that - it's such a relaxing sound, and there's something romantic about it, even when I'm alone. 

She believed she could, so she did

This has pretty much been my guideline for the past couple of weeks. I'm quite proud of how much I've done. The hours at work, the moving, the not seeing my friends because of work and moving. 

I even got through an entire week of working nights. That's why I'm up at 4.30am, so confused about when to sleep and eat...

And even though I'm proud of myself, I'm exhausted. But I'll get through my last shifts, because I know I can. This and next week will be a piece of cake. Three days on, one day off, four days on, one day off, four days on - all done. The 10th is my last shift here, which is sad and amazing at the same time. 

And on the 11th I'm off to Trondheim to visit a friend, super excited about that! And on the evening I'm going home. Felt so good booking a one-way ticket. 

Guess I should make an effort to get some sleep here. 

Good night

Working

I'm doing nothing but working and sleeping these days.

Point being - not much going on in my life right now. July has been a never ending string of days at work and packing. 26 days at work, 200 hours in total. 

Feels good knowing that I've only got 14 more days at work, and 17 days in total left in Lillehammer. My parents came by last weekend to get all my things and help me clean the apartement. Living at a friends place right now, while she's at home. 

A day at the beach would be perfect

Oh, and I've been offered a job! Will tell you all about it after I sign the contract!

How she missed him

She missed him. When they first met neither of them could ever predict what the future held. She'd never thought she could fall as fast and hard as she did. That he'd be on her mind every single day. 

That she'd miss him. 

The way he held her made her feel safe, the way he looked at her and smiled made her giggly. When he traced every inch of her body with his fingers it gave her the good kind of chills. When they kissed... oh, the kisses. The world stopped existing when they kissed.  

She loved sleeping next to him, feeling his chest moving with every breath he took. The way he held her close, and played with her hair. The way he'd tell her she looked pretty out of the blue. When he held her down, pinned to the bed. She had fallen so hard, and so fast, she didn't even know how it happend. Felt like she had closed her eyes for a minute, and when she opened them he was there. 

That was her favourite thing about him - he'd caught her when she fell. 

*As you can tell, I'm writing again. Three days off work, and this is what happens. 

All grown up

I'm not a student. Done. Not going back to school in two months. For the first time in my life I have no idea what's going to happen i august. It's scary as hell, and it feels amazing. 

The only thing I know right now is that I'm working pretty much full-time all of june, and half of august (unless I get a new job). And I'm going home in august, moving back home. And just knowing that makes me so happy. I don't even have the words to describe it. 

Oh, and by the way, I got a new tattoo. Love it!

Guess that kind of rules out that whole all grown up thing... Oh well, I'm only 23!