I now have a personal number (a real one, not a temp one) therefore I exist.
I now have a doctor (this is a nice feeling)
I no longer feel rage when norwegians do not make eye contact/give a little wave when I stop at a zebra crossing (instead I think to myself, "Sånn er det")
I no longer expect to have a door held open for me (although Henrik always does hold it for me)
I no longer convert everything I buy from kroners to pounds.
I now only speak to dogs and children in norwegian (never english, it just feels so wrong!)
Wow. . . and that all only took 20 months!
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Emily- Insane huh? This country likes to take its own sweet time :)
ReplyDeletesounds good lisa. i'm happy you've resolved some of those those awkward things. you look like a snow queen in that picture :-)
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ReplyDeleteSiri- Yes, so it would seem! Shocking eh? Where have you been anyway? I miss your blog!
ReplyDeleteHappy for you!
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