Høstkos

Neida, alt er ikke bare skole, seriøse meninger, heldagsseminarer og hardt arbeid. Man koser seg jo også litt når det er høst, må vite. Og heldigvis er det masse fint å se tilbake på når man i disse dager sitter innelåst med bøkene i fanget.

Noe av det er jeg mest fornøyd med fra høsten, er å ha funnet en kjempefin sykkel! Jeg, Is og Martin Leander dro ut på eventyrferd til et kjempestort loppemarked i Bærum en dag i oktober, og der fant jeg mitt røde vidunder til slunkne 150 kr inkludert en helt fin sykkelpumpe.

Her er Martin som inspiserer :)

Det var helt vanvittig mange ting der, blant annet mange fine møbler!

Hihi.

I tillegg til sykkelen, fant Martin et par Star Wars-bøker, Is fant en stor og varm jakke, og jeg fant fem brettspill til femti kroner. Strike! Fornøyde folk.

Foruten upåklagelige loppemarkeder, har det vært masse god mat i høst. Kine Renate inviterte til herlig middag i den nye fine leiligheten (for henne, kjæresten bodde der fra før). Det var tidenes kveld!

Nam!

…Og selvsagt måtte alt dokumenteres :)

Tapas er så utrolig deilig mat. Og veldig greit å invitere til, for alle tar bare med litt hver, også blir det fantastisk bra tilsammen. Problemet er bare at magen blir mett veldig mye før øynene! Men men, når man har god mat, god vin og gode venner, er ikke livet annet enn perfekt.

Ellers byr selvfølgelig høsten på flotte farger. Her er noen bilder fra Trondheimsturen min i slutten av oktober:


Oktober betyr jo, i hvert fall annenhvert år, at det er tid for UKA. I år fikk jeg bare vært med på H-helg, men den ene helgen er jo til gjengjeld mer spekket av folk og moro enn hele resten av UKA til sammen. Så mange bilder ble det ikke derfra, men jeg fikk sneket til meg et bilde av Pirum sin sang under festmøtet da vi skulle se revyen! Er de ikke fine? :)

Og sist, men ikke minst: Ingen kos uten sushi!


Her spiste vi middag på Restaurant Øst, en thai- og sushisjappe i Calmeyers gate midt i Oslo sentrum. Veldig grei plass med godt utvalg og gode priser!

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!

A new year

Back in Trondheim tonight, and it’s become a new year since I was last here.

Let me just say: Christmas was wonderful. And like the summer holiday, I really didn’t want it to end. The days just swept by so fast, and I did nothing else than enjoy the fact that I could spend my days doing knitting, reading and sitting by the fireplace, listening to Christmas carols, seeing friends, eat good food, and all of this without feeling guilty about being ineffective. I almost didn’t touch a computer all holiday long, making my blog quite quiet, but it was good not having to search the internet every day, answering mails and reading articles, like I usually do. Good to just have a little escape from everything.

Now I’m back in my apartment, arrived with the train at 21 hundred tonight, and although I had steeled myself for it, it never stops amazing me how long time it takes to warm my bone-deep-cold apartment to a luke-warm one. My teeth are chattering, but I will soon go to bed, and I have put two blankets over my quilt, and filled up my bedpan, in hope of not turning to an icicle. I was going to say that my room was exactly like I left it, only it wasn’t. My bed was neatly made, my things were stacked in order, and all of the clothes that hang to dry were folded in piles. I could only start to wonder if the elves hadn’t been to visit, but I figured that my heaven-sent doer of good deeds, my room mate Berit, had done it all before leaving Trondheim for Christmas. It made it much more agreeable to come home, I say.

I celebrated new year’s in Oslo, with my siblings. We took the train from Bergen that morning, and ate pinnekjøtt at Stian’s atelier with some of Reidun and Stian’s friends. It was nice in Oslo, though freezing cold, and about minus fifteen I think. It doesn’t look like it’s getting any better up here though, with a gloomy forecast saying it will be about minus twenty during the week. I’m so tired of freezing that I can only dream of an early arriving of spring.

Trondheim otherwise is a good place to come home to. Even though it’s small compared to Bergen, and miniscule compared to Oslo, it provides well and has everything one can ask for. Still, I am now coming to terms with the thought that I start seeing an end of my stay here, and though I’ve said that I never have intended to live i nTrondheim for many years, I am soon getting the feeling that I will not be here more than another winter.

It’s strange, that… Having thought unconciously for quite some time, that living in Trondheim was just a staged life, or a pause from my real life with my real, significant people that I knew from Bergen, I somehow always pictured that I would return to a state of old life after these years of “vacation”. Now I’m understanding that these years haven’t been something else, but my real life entirely, and my real self, only in a different place and away from the ones I knew. The years in Trondheim have been just as important and significant for my life and the shaping of me than any other. And when it’s time for me to leave here, my life will still be as real, only starting again someplace else.

I think those thoughts originally came from me being parted with Cat and Is, and surely, any life not ivolving them couldn’t be as real. But it seems that I must come to terms with the fact that life still goes on even though I don’t see them or hear from them as much as I used, or would like, to. And, in the meantime, while I wait for us all to stand still at the same place at the same time in life once again, I will lead my life to the fullest, and hope that I will somehow gain some wisdom and new memories to look back on from it all.

I have of course a lot of pictures and a lot of things to tell from Christmas, but it will have to wait at least for tomorrow. For now, it’s enough to say – Happy new year, and may it be a good one. I’m sure it will be the best one – so far – for me, even though I’m not sure why.