My Creative Space. At my friend's place.

I'm currently renting out my dorm room in Bergen to a girl from abroad working here for the summer so I've been living with a friend for some time now. She and her boyfriend recently moved into this spacious and really old apartment. It's worn down by time, but still sort of lovely (or maybe just because of that). Have you heard Norah Jones' "The Prettiest Thing"? Well, it sort of reminds me of that song. So do the rainy days in Bergen.

Today is my last night here, and although it's been lovely, I really feel like getting home to my little room in the town center. There I can work on ten projects at the same time and make a big mess without anyone than myself noticing. I sometimes forget how important privacy is and that I'm really privileged to live in a country where that is possible.

a story about the antique (that i didn't buy)

Once I walked into this stunning, old antique store in Valencia.

I was enchanted by each and every item- the childrens books from the 50's, the old mirrors, books and  small cases. I started imagining where I could put all these amazing objects at home.What I really wanted the most was the tin box at the top picture, and I was determined to buy it, until I saw the shocking 40 euros price tag. Probably a quite reasonable for an antique, but still... I just couldn't get myself to do it.

In stead I stayed there for 10 minutes snapping around with my camera. I guess the photos will be my everlasting treasures now in stead.

In the end, we leave our world without things. (At least that's another good excuse for not buying that pretty tin box).

a lovely night in valencia

These are some of my latest pictures from my stay in Valencia. We did our dinner at a charming, little and very indie cafe. The bar was made of an old car, and with bottles as the chandeliers. The best part were the drawing paper and crayons that were on each table. We all started drawing each other.

Traveling always reminds me of an important fact:  there is an unlimited number of ways to live your life. There are so many norms, cultures and people. For each time I travel I'm more fully grasping the unlimited possibilities. I feel like I was put here onto this world to continuously explore who I am, and what I can be. These captured moments from my journeys will be priceless reminders of that fact.

Wonderful Valencia pt. 2

I have never ended up with so many photos at the end of a vacation. They're not exactly master pieces, but they are quite nice-to-have documentary photos. Happiness can be as simple as to stroll aimlessly in a city in solitude - with the only thing in mind being the search for something beautiful or extraordinary.

Wonderful Valencia pt. 1

 
I admit that I have been looking forward all day to write this post. (The first day of my masters degree started with a lecture in international accounting. As you can imagine, it wasn't thrilling.)

I really struggle to put into words why Valencia is my kind of place. It might be just because I haven't seen many places, that I find the city different from anything else. But there can't be many cities with this many beautifully bold buildings in one place and at the same time so many nice people. People with hardly any English skills did great efforts to draw maps and point out the right directions. Even a taxi driver approached us bewildered tourists, not to offer his services, but to show us the closest metro station. Imagine that!

Then there were delicious tapas, the chocolate churros for breakfast every day and refreshing sangrias . What more could you wish from a city?

a taste of Valencia

It's astonishing how a simple street photo like this can be so beautiful. More eye candy from Valencia is yet to come. 

First I need a good night's sleep and getting through my first day of school.

I'm off to Valencia

See you back here on Monday. In the meantime, relax with some Blossom Dearie for me, will you?

(A sweet thank you to Ingvild, for introducing me to her) 

grateful for...

 -  my boyfriend who always supports me when I need it.

 -  old friends that you can meet once a year and talk, sing, play guitar and drink wine with until three in the morning 

 -  my lovely co-workers at my summer job that gave me a chance to become one of them

garden heirlooms

You must think that I'm totally obsessed with my moms garden. I must admit that we both are during the summer. My mom also has an itch for picture taking, especially when it comes to macros. The last one is her favorite beauty.

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