Although I’ve only been gone one month, I cherished every minute of being home for a few days. I got to spend a lot of time with family, which felt really good given the circumstances, and even managed to see all of my closest friends who were in Oslo. As luck would have it, one of my best friends who live in Sweden was in town that particular week, so I managed to squeeze in a good hour of hugging and laughing with her.
Some of the things I’m most thankful for include:
+ Hearing my little brother complaining about how stupid I am to be living so far away. Being a 12 year old boy, he’d never flat out say that he misses me, but his tight hugs and his whining about me leaving all the time, speaks volumes.
+ Timing is everything… I got home just in time for my remaining grandmother’s birthday. Getting to hug her and spend time with her on her birthday meant the world to me. I’m pretty sure it meant a lot to her as well 😉
+ Laughing till my stomach hurt with my oldest and dearest friends. Ahhh, these girls… I don’t know what to tell you. Let me start with how incredibly blessed I am to have one close-knit group of friends who have been together since we were 15 or 16. It’s pretty rare to be as close as we all are, I think. Since high school ended, we’ve all lived in different cities and different countries, but there are always a few in our home base Oslo. These girls bring me so much joy and so much love, and we spent the entire Friday afternoon sharing stories, laughs and hugs. I adore them, and I’m so grateful for the friendships I have back home. Girls, you need to come to Oz, please!
+ Oslo looking good. As much as I’ve been itching to get away, I really do love Oslo – especially this time of year. While I was home, summer was slowly drawing to an end and people were enjoying every last bit of it. It was the week of the annual music festival “Øya”, and Oslo was buzzing with life on every street corner and outdoor café.
You made your point, Oslo. You’re really not bad; not bad at all.
+ Getting to kiss and hug my baby nephew Vincent. This little guy came to see me at the airport before I left. Only 3 months old, and he’s the most handsome guy I’ve seen in a really long time… ❤ Isn’t he precious? (And can you tell his auntie is a little bit obsessed with him??)
+ Being wealthy enough to be able to come home when the unforeseeable happens. I am not ‘wealthy’ by Western standards; I am a student who relies on her student loans to get by from day to day. However, from a global perspective, in the larger scheme of things, I am a very, very rich person. I have insurance for situations like these. I have family members who can pitch in. Even without parents who are able to help out, I would be able to find a way to get my hands on cash so I could fly home and back. Financial repercussions would be substantial, but bottom line is I would be able to figure it out. I think of all the millions of people in the world who don’t have that option.
How many people lose someone they love and aren’t able to be there? How many people are separated from their family during times of grief and hardship?
I don’t take it for granted. I am so, so thankful for that.
Until next time, Oslo!