Chocolate....

Back home and working. I am a working person. I like to feel useful. How can I get it into my brain that studying is being useful? I know it but I do not KNOW it.

I cannot get enough of Kvikk Lunch, that norwegian version of kitkat, and love to be able to choose between various sorts of knekkebrød and by fresh yeast in any store.

Marzipan. Nuff said.

And then there is the weather. Glorious! I feared but for no reason. The sun is shining, the snow has melted on the roads, and the air is fresh and smells of spring and sea.

Even the day it rained it was great, since there was no wind. The house is quiet, I finished Sam&Max and it was great and I am reading for the theorical exam.

LG-Life is Good

Home is where the heart is?

Where is Home? How do you know when you are Home? What is it really?

I read a blog that asked these questions and it got me thinking.


At the moment I call two places "home". One is in Norway, where I lived 10 years, where my father is from and where my parents still live. The other is in Spain where I study and live with my boyfriend.

But neither of those are cities where I can be comfortable about living "the rest of my life". The question that follows is: is there any such place for me? For anyone? I have not travelled that much, so it is very possible that "my place" is out there somewhere. It will have the Atlantic ocean close. The smell of sea is one of my favourites.

But also, I believe different places can be the right home in different times of life.

Where is your Home? If you have found it, that is.