Wandering a.n.

And once again I have to ask my self:

“was it just a dream?”
But the pictures of us reminds me
that it really happened.
I don’t recall a single care
just greenery and humid air
and the memories of nights spent
in intence states of excitement
thinking “these are moments to remember.”

Now I know that it was all but lies,
and that I once more was made to be
nothing more than a doormat.

But those are many months past
and if I saw you now,  I wouldn’t think twice
about who you are or what you’re worth

Still, I remember what you made me feel
And late at night I have to stop
and ask myself once more:
If I had someone, someone like that
to walk me home and hold my hand
and lie next to me every night,
Would I cease to feel so lonely?

Ferieslutt

Man tror alltid at sommeren skal vare så lenge før den kommer, også oppdager man alltid at den tar slutt så altfor mye tidligere enn man håpet. Selv om det bare er midten av juli, har jeg brukt opp min tilmålte tid til kos, venner og bygging på vestlandet, og må bruke resten av tiden så effektivt jeg kan for å jobbe en del før skolen tar til for alvor. Uansett hvilken by jeg er i, virker det som om det værmessig spiller mindre rolle, i og med at det ser ut til at det regner, tordner og generelt er surt over hele landet. Men likevel blir jeg bare mer og mer overveldet over å bli minnet på hvor glad jeg egentlig er i Bergen og vestlandet, fjordene og fjellene, og hvor trist det er hver gang jeg reiser.

I forhold til Trondheim fortonet plutselig hjembyen seg som mulighetenes land under det korte oppholdet. Kanskje er det fordi det er sommer, og byen blir levende, og man får den følelsen av at alt kan skje og alt kan gjøres, og at det rundt hvert hjørne finnes en ny og spennende person? Likevel virket det som om alt var så mye penere; gatene var smale og koselige, og bybildet var fullt av farger, folk, trær og blomster, gatemusikanter og kafebord. Dialekten virket plutselig fin, og de velkjente luktene i veggene på de gamle stamkafeene var som en gammel venn. Til og med menneskene så penere ut.

Og selv om det så klart var mange gode grunner til å flytte fra Bergen, og de sikkert stadig vil eksistere om jeg drar tilbake og blir der lenger enn et ferieopphold, var det som om alt kunne glemmes da vi var ute på lørdag kveld, drakk Hansa på trange, hippe utesteder og danset til Casiokids og radiovennlige indiehiter sammen med et knippe av byens fremadstormende semikjendiser som er konger på haugen fordi de har hatt en låt på P3. Akkurat i det øyeblikket tenkte jeg: Jeg elsker Bergen.

Og da jeg satt på flyet og landet på Værnes etter å ha tatt farvel med Cathrine og Iselin, var det første gang jeg ikke var glad for å komme tilbake til Trondheim.

Restless summer

So far, the summer has been very much all over the place, with a week here and half a week there. Sadly, the weather has not been up to par, and I must admit that I haven’t even taken a swim in the sea yet. Maybe, just maybe, the weather will improve in the coming weeks before (god help me) the autumn rain and storms, and eventually the Trondheim bloody freezing winter appears again in October. Although, this being an exceptionally shitty year weatherwise, I doubt it.

The summer startet in june, after my exams were over. I spent two weeks working and enjoying the brief, fresh air of freedom before I borrowed the books for next semester’s curriculum. It turned out to be a bit less work than I thought, so I could spend some days just reading, exploring Munkholmen, and finally, moving all my stuff from my old room to my new room before I took off to Bergen. June 20th was my niece’s baptism, and we all travelled to lovely Sunnhordaland to be there. That was some of the warmest, sunniest days so far, and the scenery in Hardanger is just spectacular. Here is me holding beautiful Alma! :)


After the baptism, I spent almost a week in Bergen with my parents, mostly being a bit worn-down with the flu. Then I went to Kristiansand, a city I’ve never been to before. Here I went to visit Kine Renate, and we spent a day at Hove to see a.o. Muse play live, which is always worth it. Here I got a miniscule tan after spending two days in the warm south-norwegian sun.
Then I said my farewell to Kine who’s travelling around the world starting this september, and went north to Nordfjord. The house was almost as I had left it in the Easter, but during the week I spent there, and hopefully the following couple of weeks this summer, it will see some major imrovements. The pipes and electricity is more or less complete now, so it’s soon just a matter of finishing the isolating and putting up some walls until we can begin to furniture it! I started painting the terrace fence, and it was fun to see how the colors looked like in real life. We’ll go for a light olive green on the house and a darker green on the corners and around the windows. I think it’ll look great.
After a week and a half I went back to Bergen, and I’ve been here for five days now, just hoping to see some of Cat and Is before I fly back to Trondheim on Monday. There I will work as much as I can before school starts in late August.

A big thing that happened personally, was that I dyed my hair from red to a sort of blackish, or at least a very dark brown color. I thought I was going to wait until next year, but I found out that I didn’t want to wait any longer. And so, after being a red head for a decade, I guess it’s safe to say it’s the end of an era. Other than that, nothing of much significance has happened, I think. But I must say it was quite dramatic on Wednsday, when we where playing volley on Cat’s family’s “vacation island”. My little finger got a smack, and was suddenly standing out almost horisantally from the second joint. Firstly, I panicked because of the sheer ugliness of the thing, but after a while, we all calmed down and got to the medic in the city. After a while of waiting, I got it bent back into place (which, by the way, was very painful!).

So everyone, be careful when playing sports! Dislocated fingers hurt!