Leaving England

On Tuesday I got dropped at the airport by Ma and Pa. This point in my goodbyes I had been dreading but it wasn’t as bad as I had thought it could be. That was thanks to Ma and Pa making it as normal as possible and not making it a long goodbye. When I was on my own, that was the hard part. Sitting on in the departure lounge watching planes take off. A bright spark that kept me going was the excitement and smile I knew I’d receive at the bus stop at the end of my journey.

The flight was beautiful, stunning mountains, the flat Norfolk broads glistening in the sunlight was stunning. Nothing to be compared to the Norwegian landscape though – ice cube mountains with virtually no inhabitants. Then as we made our descent the pilot took us over the city and the sun caught all the major landmarks of Trondheim; the Fortress, the bridge at Solisiden, the cathedral and the winding river Nidral. We even made a second pass because of ice on a runway.

I got off the wrong bus stop which was a good lesson on carrying my bag – something I’d get very used to over the next day or so. I met Marianne and we went and got some food straight away, followed by a bit of time to just relax.

We then went up to the flat for my first look around and I was very impressed. The previous owners had left it in spotless condition but the heating was definitely not working! In fact – there is no heating so we went and got a convection heater on Thursday. Not quite enough to heat the hall, kitchen and lounge but once the fire gets going, it warms up nicely.