Final day in Oslo

Normally I love writing. Normally my fingers cannot keep up with the thoughts I want to write down. Normally this is easy. So, why is this any different?

Well, the answer is simple. I don’t want to write this at all. I don’t want to say goodbye. However, no matter how hard it will be to write this, the thought of not doing it is worse.

Where to begin? I don’t want to leave any gaps, because Simon may fall through them. Just kidding, as usual. I make these jokes (most of the time bad) because it is more fun to laugh than cry.

But just because tears may not roll down my cheeks, I still do feel a joyful sadness of leaving. Not the sadness of leaving Oslo. Sure it is beautiful, especially now in the summer, but it would not be the same without the people here. And again, not the Norwegians (exception to Halstein and half of Adrian), but for the most part international students.

You have shared with me your culture, your language, and your friendship. I will never forget the times we had together. Everything from kitchen parties, Norwegian class, Sognsvann, Café Blitz, to just simply sitting around talking. I will look back years from now, and think, this was one of the best experiences of my life.

I remember all the struggles we had to overcome such as deciding which countries to travel to, or which bar to go out to, or what Irene and Fran should make for dinner. However, these tough decisions only made us stronger and closer.

Unfortunately, as our new family grew, our dwindling clocks did the same. So, we can look at this in two ways. See this as an expiring friendship contract, or continue to keep these powerful bonds between us. I would like to choose the later.

Finally, I can truly say, that this cultural explosion has made me a better person. And for that, I cannot thank you guys and girls enough.

Thank you and goodnight.