The opening to any diary is always shrouded in justification, or an explanation of why it has been so long since your last entry. Sometimes it is even worse, touching upon the melodramatic: “why do I do this?”
Well, my reasoning is fairly simple: I’m moving to Norway to live my girlfriend Ida. We’ve been together 5 years or so and I’m really bloody excited about it. OK? I want to write down all the things that happen to me over the next few months, so that I can look back on it and laugh, and maybe help some other poor helpless sod who falls in love with someone from Nordic Narnia.
I’ve been quite busy the past few months just getting back into the flow of the UK (we’ve been travelling round the world for a year). And now the proposed move to Norway is swinging into view like a cruise ship rounding the corner of a fjord. It’s about time I got my act in gear.
The first thing I’ve done is to set this blog up: no mean feat considering I had to do it all in Norwegian. I’m using my girlfriend’s computer which inexplicably opens all websites in Norwegian on my login, and English on hers. I’m used to clicking ‘logg på’ on hotmail instead of ‘log in’, but ‘Opprett en blogg’ opened a whole new set of phrases. Some of it had me pulling my hair out, but I did smile when I read the Norwegian stock equivalent for John Smith is ‘Nordman’. That’s what I am going to be; Wil Nordman, master fisher and cross-country skier champion. I’ll eat fish all day long, hibernate in winter and respect the Polar Bear Police just like all good Norwegians.
This is the start of quite a journey, assuming that ‘Publisher Innlegg’ means post and not ‘send to trash’.
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