Well readers, it's about one month to go until I arrive in Norway. I have left my job and our cars are going to be sold soon. Packing is going slowly. Sorting through everything is hard work. I have to pick and choose what to take and it's taking forever. I have collections of things … Continue reading One Month
As a teenager, the different girl-tribes of Harajuku— gals (gyaru), lolitas, decora, etc—were my secret idols. I envied edgy Tokyo cool kids for having a place to try on a new identity; a place to be expressive and creative through fashion without necessarily having to be that at school. Sure…there was the mall, but even … Continue reading Did Harajuku change?
Who is my favorite Scandinavian? Could it be Ville Valo? Maybe Black Metal? Find out!
For my birthday, I want to write down a bit of what I have learned in my 28 years of life- especially because moving to Norway is another chapter starting and another chapter ending. I feel I have quite a bit of wisdom especially revolving around death and pain. Here are my top 15: Be … Continue reading 28th Birthday Post
"You're a diabetic. Should you be eating that?" That is the single worst question to ask someone with diabetes. It's condescending. It's an insult. As if we don't know what we are putting in our mouths. But I needed that reminder. I needed to be reminded that the reality of my disease is it is … Continue reading Diabetic Reboot
My hubby's mother and step father are with us right now visiting. Today we went to Chicago. Boy, did they buy a lot of Christmas gifts. On the train, I was reading my book all about hyyge and it came to the section on what Norway calls it: Koselig. I looked to my husband and … Continue reading Realization of Hygge
"The problem with many Americans is that they think the world is America. You need to be more open minded to the world." One ex boyfriend told me "America is the greatest. America is better than all the other countries." 1. He has never been to another country 2. He knew little about other countries … Continue reading Escape Your Box