When you move out, there is a period where you're not sure where home is. Right now I'm stuck between to; I'm on my way back home to Trondheim (where I study) after being home at my parents house for the weekend. Loved being back home again, and I had an amazing time. Missed Oslo too, and realized how much I missed out on by moving across the country (well, almost across; I'm not going any higher up, it's simply too freaking cold..). Anyhow, I sitting on a bus. So, in about 8 hours, I'll be back home.. The other home. This was confusing. Well, I'll put some music on, and hope that this will go faster than I believe that it will. Why I didn't take the plane? Because I used all my money on buying things, or on food. Great. Wish me luck..
Oh, and Oslo; I will see you again in a month.
- I'm a hippie at heart with a deep love for rock 'n roll. I love fashion, art, people, Beatles, big cities, faux fur, coffee, tatoos, wine, red lipstick, rock n' roll, cigarettes, clutches, dresses, music, leather, London, lace, books, green and white tea, Bob Dylan, politics, hippies, inspiration, memories, sequins, nailpolish, conserts, Nirvana, summer, shabby things, chai latte, incense, to write, grunge, autumn, magazines, Velvet Underground & Nico, flea markets, Berlin, vintage, Edie Sedgwick, Andy Warhol, fringes, big earrings, Camden and sometimes changes.