Every time we’re in New Jersey, it makes me wonder what we’re still doing in Norway. I mean, Norway is one of the worlds best countries to live in, It’s safe, I have all my family and friends there, I can get work there and so on. Practical and financial things are really good, but is that enough?

How much does the weather matter to you? Nice, warm and sunny days? Compared to cold, dark and rainy days? April and May is usually the most beautiful months in Norway. It’s getting a little warmer, trees and flowers are starting to blossom and everyone is filled with the hope of a long and warm summer ahead of them. Then comes August and everyone is just as disappointed and depressed cause the whole summer rained away. There was a few nice days, but of course you didn’t time your vacation well enough and was instead sitting infront of your computer screen getting Facebook updates from all your friends telling about their beautiful day at the beach. At the beach, the wind was cold and the water freezing, but no one would say anything about that.

The Norwegian weather isn’t all that bad though, when there actually is a nice day, Norway is the best place to be in my opinion! So anyway… As you can guess, the weather matters a lot to me. I guess I always get kind of a winter depression in the cold and dark months. I need more sleep and I just don’t have those crazy happy feelings I always get in the spring. I guess what I’m asking is, would you move to another country because of the weather? Obviously I wouldn’t, since we still live in Norway. For me the weather is the only obstacle there, but of course Scott has a different view, and it all needs to be taken in consideration.

Ahh, oh well, enough rambling. Today is beauuuutiful out, so I’m gonna go do some yoga(!) before I’m heading out to tan the belly! Enjoy the rain back in Norway!

I’m waking up to the sound of happy birds outside the window and Oliver kicking me lightly inside my growing belly. It’s dawn. Still early, only 5.30. Scott is sleeping next to me. I always wake up first. Love mornings. Specially this one. We’re in New York. Scott’s grandparents picked us up at JFK after what felt like the longest flight ever over the Atlantic yesterday(Flying pregnant is far from comfortable). Coming here was the best we could’ve done though. Sonja made us lovely dinner and pampered us with everything we needed and didn’t need, making sure that the parents to be were as comfy as possible. Entering this house must be like going through the closet to Narnia. It’s another world in here from what’s outside. Except it’s not imaginary, it’s a piece of Norway. Back in the days it was easier to travel with lots of things, so they’ve brought a lot of stuff from Norway that makes you feel like you’re actually there. The furnitures, the decor, the pictures and paintings on the wall all reminds me of home. The local radio channel from our home town is on and it smells like coffee, Sonja’s sweet perfume and whatever Norwegian traditional dinner that’s cooking. The house is filled with good memories and lots of lots of love! I can’t think of anyone who wouldn’t like it here.

I wrote that this morning before Freddie made us French Toast and I went outside to photograph SUMMER (It’s actually green here and flowers and trees are blossoming!). I’m burnt after reading “Eat, Pray, Love” in the sun. Today is perfect and I look forward to spending another ten days here with our family and friends.