It has been the most challenging summer in my life. I have been trying to find my place at my new job and trying to move into a new apartment. I know people go through these things all the time, yet somehow for me it has been one of the toughest things to do. I have barely been able to think about anything else than work these last couple of weeks.
A month ago, I started to get used to the "norm" of coming home after work and being so that mentally overloaded that there was hardly ever energy for anything other than eating and sleeping. That last one I could never get enough of, no matter how much I had. Writing something, anything at all, has been completely out of the question. Photography became this thing that I occasionally did because when realizing that there were things that were too beautiful to not take a picture of.
Before this experience I used to tell myself: "Make time for yourself, make time for what you love to do and what you need.". Like these were three things I could simply check of my to-do list. For a while these things turned out to be impossible. There were too many practicalities to take care of, too many promises made and too many deadlines to meet.
Yet somehow I feel things are coming together. I know it, because each time I have these times in my life, I recognize this feeling. It is like I'm lifted out of a haze. And in the process I am getting a little closer to being realistic about my own capabilites, limits and priorities.
And I am also finding a talent for making the best out of days that feel a little hopeless.
1. Photo from Aker Brygge.
2. From a weekend in the Valley.
3. The window of my our apartment with Mama's dried flowers. I hope to find the time to share more soon.
Last weekend me and Sigurd escaped the city for a couple of days, back to the Valley. My Mom was away, but we stayed at Sigurd's parents. Our excuse to go back? Plenty of space in the kitchen to make delicious homemade crisp bread. (Our not-so-secret recipe will come up on the blog soon). We also made pesto and arrabiata from scratch.
I have not talked much about the place I call "the Valley", and some of you have been wondering where exactly in Norway it is. The valley, or "my" valley as I like to say, is called Hallingdal. It's a place not far from Oslo. It's also a place where there isn't much more new to explore other than the beautiful nature and all that comes with it. Which, of course, is a lot.
The highlight of this weekend was probably when we went up the steepest hike I've ever done, and Sigurd decides to jump into a stream for cooling down. It's just one of those funny moments I'll remember forever.
S is such a good cook. It's a little bit embarrassing to say that I am the one that goes for the easy way out when deciding what to make for dinner. I am usally the one getting frozen burger patties, Sigurd is the one making a tomato sauce from scratch (and it's the real Italian stuff too!). Lately not a single day has gone by without some wonderful aromas filling the apartment - usually tomatoes cooking with garlic, chilies and wine. Last night we had bruschetta, today it's pasta.
And also: today we went for our very first rental viewing together. I am absolutely crazy about the apartment that we looked at, and I don't know what to do with myself if we don't get it. Unfortunately, that would be the rule rather than the exception in Oslo. There is so high competition for the best rentals, and I don't want to get my hopes up too much.
One thing is for sure. For the next apartment we are renting, we will make sure that it has lots of space in the kitchen and a little corner designated for Italian herbs. I can't wait until end of August!
Summer in Oslo is so lovely and warm this year and I really can't recall having a summer like this before. Today it is raining. Sigurd made some heavenly brushetta and we are having the laziest of Sundays in a long, long time.