Home

Well, I made it home.

Everyone but Hanne and Marie was at work or not home for other reasons. Here's a picture from my last car ride to the airport.

Then we went through the airport, got on an airplane, and took off.

From Norway,

through clouds,

to Iceland,

then from Iceland

to Minneapolis, and home.

I thought that being home would feel more strange than it did. Jet lag was really a lot easier to overcome traveling west. I did wake up at 6:00 in the morning, but it was actually kind of nice. Around 8:30 at night, I was minding my own business when-BOOM! I was hit by a wave of tiredness and drowned in it. To be more specific, I felt really tired until I went to bed, and I fell asleep really fast. It wasn't as hard as travelling east. I was able to fall asleep on time instead of being awake until two in the morning.

I said that it doesn't feel too strange to be home, but it feels like no time has passed at all. It's as if I took something called "Norway Trip" and downloaded it into my brain. The memories are there, but I don't feel like any time has passed since I left home. On the other hand, time has passed, and I missed a lot of stuff while I was gone. A large chunk of summer was spent by my family, but I wasn't there.

As strange as it feels, it's definitely good to be home. This is my final post.