I left Brussels a year ago today.
Landing back in Norway that I left 6 months prior after living almost 9 years previously, Bergen was my first stop. I lived there for 6 years after initially leaving the sunny South San Francisco Bay Area so I guess why not land there first after being away. Plus my big brother vinosseur was in town working.
Sure I miss California, still, after having left over 10.5 years ago. I miss the perfect weather, the fresh ingredients, the variety of those ingredients, and the variety of people and cultures from all over, like Brussels. But I don’t miss the traffic, the go go go get ‘em and everything stress-based that comes with it. The forced living and struggle to get ahead only to find yourself still behind everything you’re striving for is also what I happily left behind.
I’ve been gone awhile indeed. And in fact it’s been two years, right now, since I was even back for a visit. But with all of this moving around and shifting such leisure travel sadly takes a back seat.
Oslo. It’s not bad here, well besides this summer that’s quickly fading into Fall, in August. Summer scattered itself here and there, showing up for a day maybe two, but mostly I was constantly reminded of those 9 years I lived in the West of Norway where rain was our predominant seasoning. I was guaranteed by many friends living here for years prior to moving here summer was a sure thing, sun sun sun, bathing suits, swimming, smiles, ice cream, barbecues, and not a trace of Bergen. They lied. Or maybe the earth just warmed to welcome me.
I’m moving right along. Right where I wanna be. Quickly we forget about those miserable days when the sun finally decides to show itself off and dry things up. But I haven’t forgotten those times stuck in Bay Area traffic struggling to get ahead.
And like I tell those surprised and questioning Norwegians, still, after over 10 years here, “I’d rather walk in the rain than be stuck in traffic under the sun.” And that’s no lie.