Jeg fikk plutselig et behov for å skrive på engelsk. Håper dere ikke hater meg for det, og at dere kanskje likevel leser det jeg har på hjertet?
This is my fourth year away from home, and I’ve sort of gotten used to not living under my parents roof. I’ll probably never be able to take care of myself when it comes to the economic part, but that is a completely different story.
Because besides the economics, I feel like I’m capable at almost anything a person needs to be able to do when they are living on their own. Not that I’ve actually lived completely on my own yet, but at least I haven’t had the opportunity to shout out “mom, come and help me with this” or “Dad, come and fix this” every single time I have a problem.
After two years of studying to be a chef, I am completely able to make my own food. And after a year in folk high school( I have no idea what the proper word for folkehøgskole is), I’ve learned everything I need to know about cleaning. This is because my dorm was filled with boys who didn’t know how to clean up after themselves.
The only thing I would say I might have a problem with, is the “handy” part. I have no idea how to build or repair things. I’ve recently started sewing. I actually fixed a perfectly good cardigan the other day, and it almost looks as good as new now.
But my capability to live on my own isn’t the thing I wanted to write about in the first place…
The thing is, my year in England is coming to an end. Usually when something big like this is near the end, I’m sort of sad. So why is it that I’m not sad now?
I feel like I haven’t experienced everything I came here for. When I came here, I hoped for adventures. Maybe I even hoped for a little fairytale. A year of happiness. Instead I feel like it’s been a long struggle. Like I haven’t even seen the start of the adventure, and that the fairytale burned up before it was written.
Don’t get me wrong. I’ve had my share of good experiences here as well. I’ve met some awesome people, I’ve seen some great places and I’ve learned a whole lot about myself. I mean hello, I repaired a cardigan without any help at all. If someone had told me that I would be able to do that a year ago, I would probably have laughed at them.
I guess what I’m saying is; I just want to have my adventure and maybe even my fairytale.