2 years


Time is relative. In many cases two years isn’t a very long time. For me, these past years feels like just two weeks and an eternity at the same time. That is because i have been so lucky to have shared my life with the amazing Allan. It is almost surreal how happy he makes me and in these dark times he is my shining light. Thank you my dearest, for everything. I am positive that it will only get better from here. In 10 years time it is so good we just sit in a corner vomiting rainbows

I love you.

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IMG_5150IMG_5083My beautiful and wize mother is quite amazing. She’s just fantastic in general, but this time I had one particualer thing in mind. For my 20th birthday she got me an extraodanary present, a weekend stay at Kokkedal Castle near Copenhagen.
The weekend was full of fancy treatments and delicious meals. We got there¬†Friday evening and had some dinner in the late 1800’s style library bar. After a couple of cocktails we retired to our room and watched some dearly missed Norwegian tv until we fell asleep. I haven’t seen (Norwegian) tv for a very long time and it was very nice and comforting.

IMG_5117Saturday we had a longer itinerary. It started with a breakfast in the 1700’s basement of the castle. There were no free tables so we got the secluded Le Chambre with a big round table and velvet curtains that separated us from the rest of the guests. It ¬†felt very fancy and VIP and just a pinch silly. I was granted a yoga session to go with my stay and Allan and I tried couples-yoga after breakfast. We went out in the sun filled Castle garden and got our zen going on a surprisingly warm October’s morning. It was truly peaceful and breathtaking.


Just chillin’

Making some friends

Making some friends

Handsome devil

Handsome devil









Next thing on the list was of course the spa. I was the lucky one and had a aroma massage while Allan soaked in the pool and steam room. At the end of it all we felt like two fat kittens who had relaxed in the sun all day. After a walk in the neighbourhood forest it was time for dinner. Caviar, champagne and poussin, nothing short for the birthday girl this year.

IMG_5208 (1)On Sunday we were leaving, but we got to catch the afternoon tea for we went back to the real world. We got the old school treatment with small sandwiches, mini cakes and petit four, started with a glass of champagne of course. It wouldn’t be afternoon tea without champagne..right.

Anyway we had a blast. We felt like nobles and got so spoiled we should only eat rice for a week to calm down. Lovely weekend, great service and Worlds (Lol) is coming up. Life is kinda okay



Before dinner in the sunset


Saying goodbye
















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.


What a perfect day.


My Christmas present for Allan was tickets to see the “Skammarens Datter” marathon, theatre based on a fantasy series I loved when I was younger (and I still do). We saw it yesterday and man, my head got blown. Luckily for me it was quite a long time ago I read the books so I only remembered bits of the tale and was surprised, exited, scared, happy and angry throughout the six hours we where there. You see, they did book 1 and 2 with dinner in the middle.

We had the best seats one could wish for, the food was really great and medieval, I had the best company in the whole world and it really made me feel special.

We had a lovely walk back home just in time to change into really brown clothing. We were invited to a 30th birthday celebration with 70’s theme. My darling had bought the most delightfully awful jacket and I went full out apache. It was such a great party and lots of new and old awesome friends.

I could not have wished for a better day ‚̧

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Date night! Seems like ages since we went out, but today we went to the movies. I have wanted to see Frozen for a long time and dragged Allan along.

It’s not much to say about it really. The movie was nice and so sweet that we were close to getting¬†diabetes. It was classic Disney with prince charming, prince not-so-charming, a funny sidekick, animals with a lot of body language, princesses and castles. The aesthetics was wonderful and at the end of the movie we were so exited the we held around each other until we were almost crushed. And yes Allan though the movie was ever so cute (but don’t tell anyone!)

Afterwards we went to an Irish pub and got something hot to drink. The cider was mediocre and the atmosphere less than nice, so we went home pretty quickly and gamed some Lol.

I will say, go see Frozen! It will make you laugh, I promise.November 1st, 2013 @ 20:51:56

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 fianc√©.

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 (Tr√¶-v√•r)