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.