Torture to Peaceful Music

I had a bad day yesterday. First I overslept by an hour, then I was completely unfocused at school – and to top it off, I overcooked my yummy-looking fish.

There was only one solution – yoga. I used to do it regularly, but that’s years ago now. However, I’ve been thinking about getting back to it. Stretching, lots of breathing, and relaxing – sounds like what every stressed out student needs, right?

Wrong. Oh so very, very wrong. Twist this way, bend that way, and get those elbows to the floor! It was torture to peaceful music. To make matters worse, my mokey mind refused to shut up. It kept going on about push-pause injections, and oh-my-god-this-pose-hurts.

Perhaps some days are just like this. No matter how hard you try, it just won’t do. Thank goodness for tomorrows. Thank goodness for sleep being twist- and bend-free. And thank goodness whoever invented the “Destroyer of universe”-pose, is far, far away from me.

Pride 2017

“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken” – Oscar Wilde.

Bergen celebrated Pride this weekend. People took to the streets. Some members of the LGBTQ community, some just supporters of it.


I love the Pride parade. I love how there are people of all ages, all genders, all nationalities and all sexualities. The Pride parade is a chance for everyone to gather and celebrate differences. It’s a chance to remind eachother that it’s okay; it’s okay to be who you are.


“Every reason not to, is a reason to participate”

I love love. To me it’s milkshakes, thunderstorms and friends. To me it’s laughter and a tiny bit of adrenaline. Love is different to everyone, and yet it is always the same. Everyone knows love. Everyone does it, everyone feels it. It shouldn’t matter who loves who, only that they do.

I saved the best picture for last:

Me with a unicorn – my life is officially complete.

Hiking Bergen!

Bergen is renowned for its mountains. They surround the city; are there in the distance no matter which way you turn. I recently climbed my third one, and hope to find myself at the top of at least two more this year. I wanted to share some pictures from the three I have been to: (Travel inspo people!)

Fløyen: The Family-friendly mountain

Fløyen is one of the most popular tourist attractions in Bergen. It takes roughly 30 minutes to the top, and the whole way is asphalted (so some sporty Norwegians even bring their youngest in strollers) On the way you can take a detour and find Norway’s largest tree.


: The Are-we-even-getting-closer

Ulriken is Bergen’s tallest mountain. There are several tracks to the top with a varying degree of difficulty, but no matter which one you choose you’re going to be tired when you reach the top. Bring lots of water, lunch, and a I’m-not-giving-up attitude.



: The Companions-More-Sporty-Than-You-Not-Adviced

Blåmanen is up Fløyen and onwards. The path is good, and the hike is suitable for most people as long as you have time to walk in your on tempo. The view is magnificent, so if you do Fløyen, do this one too (3-4 hour trip – depending on how camera crazy you are!)




Happy hiking!

Dreaming Again

If I could go anywhere – where would I be headed right now? In this instance, probably back to bed. My classes really start too early this year. But if I look past that, where?

The first part of 2016 was all about dreams. I finally traveled Norway, I volunteered in Australia, and I did more of the things that makes me happy. In the last part of the year I started Nursing School. It was a roller coaster of emotions, but eventually I settled in in my new home, and I guess you could say my new life.

Nothing is easy, but most things are possible

When I dream, I dream big. I want to go to places I cannot get to. I want to experience things I probably never will. To me, dreaming is innocent, dreaming is for everyone, and dreams are not meant to be contained. For a while last year I stopped dreaming, stopped because I thought it would make me unfocused, because nursing is a dream – and dreaming two at once is simply too much to ask.

My heart is almost always restless

Today I realized I was wrong. Of course I can dream several dreams at once. I can want to travel the world and still want to do my best at school. I can dream about Antarctica at the same time as I try to understand neurology. Dreaming is scary; it is frightening to open oneself up to the possibility of failure – of never seeing the dreams through. However, dreaming also makes one creative, and so this year I resolve to travel, even though I’m studying. I resolve to find a way to make the most of 2017.

And to share it with all of you.

Ask me again


Ask me what it was like.
Ask me how I felt.
Ask me if it was what I thought it would be.
Ask me if I miss it.
Ask me if I would do it over.

And when I have answered the best that I can,
Maybe a day,
maybe a year.

Then ask me again.
Ask me again.

People change – and opinions with them.

Today, Last year

Today, last year, I returned to Norway from Namibia.

Today, last year, I thought I knew how I would always feel about my work in Namibia. I believed my friends when they said that, eventually, you only remember the good times. However, I remember laying awake for hours – because it hurts when wounds heal. I remember feeling dizzy, even as I told others that it’s okay, the water will come back – I’m sure. I want it to stay this way though. I want to remember. I need to remember.

I cannot remember the good times I had with Jesse, without remembering how it hurt when she died.

We tell the stories we think others will listen to. The rest just quietly slips through the cracks. People like to hear about events that are funny, dramatic – Exciting! But sometimes, sometimes the stories of the little things are the stories that should be told. Because when something ends, you remember, not what happened once and was amazing, but what happened every day – and how that made you feel.

Two things that happened every day, but that I rarely talk about, are the sunrise and sunset. They were unlike any I had seen before, or that I have ever seen after I left.

Today, last year, I left a place I learned to call home.
Today, this year, I know that it wasn’t, and that that’s okay.
Today, next year, I might have a different opinion – and that’s okay too.

A Big BOOO To You

A late Halloween greeting, but on October 31st, 1981, something very significant happened. If you don’t know, you’re obviously not a Harry Potter fan. The date marks the deaths of Lily and James Potter and the end of the first wizarding war. And of course, it is the day Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington became Nearly Headless Nick: everyone’s favorite ghost since 1492.

I was a looker on Halloween…

I’ve carved my first pumpkin this year. Yes, for the first time ever. It was both harder and easier than I imagined. Harder to cut through, easier to empty.

I hope you can see the scar I tried to carve ❤

In the spirit of Halloween, I played a few tricks on one of my roommates: A spider on the toilet-paper to induce a tiny heart-attack.


Believe it or not, it totally worked!

I hope you all enjoyed the night, and had some innocent fun on someone else’s behalf!