Life can feel like driving past a fence at high speed… You see only a glimpse of happenings between the fence posts. Slow down, I want to look closer at this scenery, WAIT, I missed that, hey!
I’m home… Fuck… I don’t know how many times I have woken up not knowing where I am. Okay, that must have sounded completely wrong. What I mean is that I have been so used to travelling to new places that waking up in my own bed in Norway is just unreal. I’m restless. I’m ready to move on again. My partner in crime, travel, and life is now in San Francisco… I’m missing what I had when we were travelling; an unpredictable day ahead! Now things are blurred into each other just like an everyday soup of normalness. I’m a traveller at heart and my passport is running out of pages. Nice problem to have, you might think. Well, sorry to break it to you: It’s not! I now no longer feel like home in the place I should call home.
For those of you who have followed me for a while, know that I have a deep attraction for this one specific place. This place is the only place I’ve ever felt like I could one day settle down in. There is something so inviting with this crazy and unpredictable city, and I’m not even a city girl! It’s the place where a sweet recognisable smell is flowing through every corner of the city. Everyone has this foggy smile dangling from their stunning California faces, and the liberal attitude is running the show. Literally. It’s a colourful show! We all know which place I’m talking about: San Francisco. I’m moving… I’m leaving Norway behind and I’m repotting my roots into a golden ground. Who knows, maybe San Francisco will be the lotion that cures my extremely itchy feet? Probably not, but it might become the place I’ll call my homely flower pot.
Today is my last day in Norway.
The frost is biting my skin. It hurts, but it’s not my skin that is hurting. Though, it is the same kind of harmless pain as coldness can do to you. It doesn’t kill you… So I guess it only makes you stronger. A smile has frozen on my face after I waved goodbye to the Norwegian winter. The pain is under my skin, deep under. It’s a pain that reminds me that I’m moving on. It’s a good thing, Renate. You want this! And I really do. My “soulless redheadness” is that smile. It’s a smile that is on the edge of being fake, however, I think it is as honest as I’ll let myself be about the subject. I’m smiling because I’m moving onto something better. It’s the same kind of smile as you would do to your cheating ex when you finally move on to someone better, hah! Norway, your cold kiss will always be memorable, but I’m starting a warmer life; a steaming hot thing with California. So… See ya, baby!
Quote Of The Day:
“And I realized that there’s a big difference between deciding to leave and knowing where to go.”
― Robyn Schneider