Heisann (hi)

We are in Norway.
I survived the plane ride. I even bought some urban decay eyeshadow at Heathrow on the way through to Oslo. It was 9am in jolly old England, and we were amoung the few people NOT having a pint. After three valium, I didn't think beer would be a good idea.

We've had a lot of nice times here already, although I am suffering from some extreme homesickness. Even though I wasn't completely fluent at French in Montreal, I could at least understand and communicate. Here, my communication skills are reduced to hand gestures and A LOT of smiling.

Soon we'll go to Trondheim and start making a life for ourselves. The new freshest start ever.
There are many upsides to moving here and a few of them are getting a cellphone, and a puppy.

I never knew what being homesick felt like, but it's a horrible sinking feeling in my stomach most of the time.
Needless to say, this has messed with my bowel traffic... sorry to have to take it to that level, but I'm sure anyone in this situation would know what I'm talking about.

Montreal is fast becoming a fading dream. Was I ever even there?