Getting settled in Norway

Now that I’ve been here for a month plus a few days, and am basically settled in my new temporary home.

Oslo

I mostly like it here. It’s a lot like Vancouver in several ways (except my dog isn’t here), but there have definitely been some challenges in moving here. I’ve also spent a stupid amount of money in these four weeks. I can’t help it in this country.

Akershus Fortress

Things that have happened so far:

  • I tried the famous Norwegian brown cheese.
  • I BROKE DOWN AND BOUGHT ONE OF THOSE DUMB PUFFY JACKETS THAT ARE SO TRENDY HERE.
  • I’ve come to a new appreciation for my mother cleaning up any time I chose not to clean the pan and put away things after I cooked or baked (except she’s my mom it’s kind of her job sometimes) (but I apologize anyway).
  • I’ve realized corn goes on everything here and I am not happy about it
  • Norway’s favourite frozen pizza (Grandiosa) is gross.
  • I’ve realized it’s very hard to find good bagels.
  • I’ve managed to stay ahead in all my school work.
  • I FINALLY GOT ALL MY VISA NONSENSE SORTED OUT.
  • I started buying boxes of wine because the liquor store hours are impossible to keep track of.
  • I had a cinnamon bun with vanilla custard in the middle and it was life changing.
  • I’ve realized that kebabs are not the $2.50 Canadian that they are in Hungary.
  • I’ve come to terms to the fact that I will not find work here as easily as I seem to find work in Canada.

I would be lying if I didn’t consider running away back home within these four weeks. Life is so much harder in a new country, but I don’t want to come home yet. I want to go to London, to Budapest and maybe Israel. I want my parents to come at Christmas to visit. I want to take the train to Bergen, and the east side of Norway because I want to see the fjords. I want to see all the things and go all the places.

I miss my family, my dog, and not having to take public transit like a peasant. I miss not having to deal with shitty landlords, Timmie’s steeped tea, and things being open on Sundays. But as far as the difficulty goes, it’s nothing that I can’t figure out. I’m not hopping on a plane just yet, sorry mom.

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