it seems like good jazz and old but good 'sex and the city' are enough to me at rainy days...i realized how much i miss living in the city, walking in the fancy hills/converse with umbrella and coffee in my hands, and just enjoying this.
was thinking about my expectations of life and...there is none. i think im a bit crazy. in less then 2 months im moving to Trondheim, and it's snowing there now. what the fuck i am going to do? seriously? it just looks like Norway is meant for me, like karma... or maybe some unfinished bussines...
and just wandering:
will i ever be normal? will i ever find a place where i stay longer than a few years?