So this is it. Adulthood.

Just like I joined the grown ups’ ranks at my confirmation when I was 15 and became an adult when I was 18. It is again time to grow up with a new milestone. 20.


IMG_4897Although everyone says it’s overrated, I thought it would feel different, more special. I value birthdays very highly since it is a celebration of life and that you exist. There is nothing bigger than that, now is it? This year wasn’t like the others though. I had lower expectations than I used to and I wasn’t as exited. Luckily for me I have an amazing partner and family and they made my day incredible. It was quite some time since I last had some much happiness in so little time. I was surprised that they went to such lengths for me, but furthermore I think it’s weird that I am surprised over it. Why should I be when I know they are such fantastic people and that they indeed love me very much. Especially considering all the incredible birthdays my family has made for me all my life. It has always been special and original.

Now that it’s over I truly feel like it is a new era. Not that it changed overnight. I have felt it coming for some time now. Moving out from my parents, moving in with Allan, not to mention moving to a different country. I have grown so much living life a different way and sharing my life with another as I do with Allan. It is different than I imagined, it is better than I imagined.

For the first time in a couple of years I can see a light at the end of the tunnel. I just hope I am not imagining things. Here’s to hope.

Thank you all.


Allan suprised me on my birthday and took me around town with a great many suprises. He is so amazing.

Allan suprised me on my birthday and took me around town with a great many suprises. He is so amazing.



Meeting his parents


Since Allan and I are in the same crowd as my mom there where nothing ritual when Allan met her and since I lived home my dad was quite impossible to avoid (not that we tried). It was nice and nothing big. But meeting his parents… Oh my dawg.

I didn’t really have to be nervous, but I was. Of course I was. Here I am stealing their little boy. Not exactly, but I felt like it was a big deal. I had met his mother once, and it was really nice, but this time I was going to their home and stay for the night.

We had a lovely train trip to Fredericia where he grew up. The house was big and beautiful and filled up with wonderful paintings, statues and plants. Both his parents are nice and sweet and I realized of course that I had nothing to worry about.

It was just the relaxing weekend we needed. I didn’t even check my facebook once throughout the whole stay! Instead we walked to the beach, took a long nice bath in the tub, had easy and nice conversations and made music together.

It was very relaxing letting the rest of the world do it’s thing for a while and not pay attention.


Coming home for Christmas


After a good long holyday, I really need another holiday. I went home to Oslo for Christmas and had an ambivalent time. My family is quite extraordinary and loud. There is never a quiet moment at dinner and there are feelings, both good and bad, everywhere. It is lovely and really exhausting. Of course it was also splendid in so many ways and my family is just amazing, but it was also the last time I lived home for real. Actually it felt a bit like I was on vacation and not home, but it was still the “coming back home”-feeling. Weird stuff.

I loved the Christmas feeling i got from Oslo, my family and all our old traditions. I’m an old lady in many was and one of them is my feeling about traditions. I simply love them and I have the hardest time parting from them. But luckily my family Christmas hadn’t changed too much. We decorated the tree 23rd and sang for it the morning after (with Aquavit, which I always pretend-drink). We ate rice porridge with grandmother at my dad’s and went to Nesodden and my other grandmothers new apartment to celebrate Christmas Eve with my mother, brother, aunt, uncle, cousin, grandmother and my mothers fiancé.

We had such a lovely time. The dinner was delightful with all the right ingredients and we ended up on the floor laughing after dancing around the Christmas tree (thanks to my Swedish uncle, who don’t know the Norwegian lyrics and danced  the hoola instead). The presents were so thoughtful and nice and this was the first year I could notice my being “grown up”. I got numerous pair of woollen socks and underwear (which I had wished for) and stuff like candlestick, teapot, creams and beauty products and last but not least a course for drivers license! The last one gives me grown-up-points, but does not make me grown up though.

The rest of my stay in Oslo was family dinner parties and a trip to Tryvann ski-centre with my brother. It was fun seeing him trying out his new “telemark-ski” but not so fun skiing in the rain.

The evening of 27th I took the plane back to Copenhagen. I wanted to be there for the morning of 29th so I could surprise Allan with cake and present on the bed for his birthday. That same evening we celebrated it with a Norway themed party (it was his idea!). I made waffles for 40 people and we drank aquavit. It was all in all a big success and a great evening. Allan was happy and I did my duties as a good girlfriend.

I had the best new years eve I have had in many years. We celebrated with his friends in real Danish spirit. There were good food, bubbles to drink and we watched (THE WRONG VERSION) Dinner for one (Grevinnen og hovmesteren in Norwegian). When the clock stroke twelve we jumped off a chair and in to the new year (wonderful Danish culture..) and we watched the magnificent fireworks from the window. I called my parents and wept of joy and nervous excitement for the new year. It was the greatest evening in a long time (thank you darling).

So the new year begins and I finally have my name on the doorbell and mailbox. We are almost finished with the ikea-hell and this weekend I met both his parents. And one last exciting news: I am officially a citizen of Denmark

My borther trying out his new telemark-ski

My borther trying out his new telemark-ski

Christmas Eve

All the child me an Allan could wish for. It's name is Trevor (Træ-vår)

All the child me and Allan could wish for. It’s name is Trevor (Træ-vår)