Oh, how I love mornings! Not the rush, but the silence- you know, when you wake up early-ish and there’s not a sound in the world, except for the clock ticking, and the neighborhood is still at peace (and in complete darkness, because it’s Norway!) and you can almost hear your own breath? I love mornings by myself so much I’m constantly afraid of waking up “the rest of the house”, so I’m tiptoeing around, coffee in hand, smiling to myself: “now this is what I call happiness”. Continue reading
I’m trying to upload some pictures I downloaded from my camera, but they’re nowhere to be found. So instead of blogging about a better meal of cod, asparagus and home made hollandaise sauce, with pictures to go, I’ll be telling you about what else I’ve been doing, with Insta pics. 🙂
Confused, you said?
I get that. Sort of.
But I´m not good at waiting
And I never was.
It´s not that I´m so sure,
But at least I can own my feelings
It´s a grown-up thing, I feel,
But hey, we´re not all grown-ups.