Home, Sweet

…wait, what? 

More than once, during these two and a half weeks in Norway, people have caught me out on saying

“I’m going back home on the 5^th.” 

And their response would almost be the same: “home?” To which I would stare a little nonplussed and then laugh. Well, that’s just how it is I suppose, a place is home before you know it. Though even before this, my friends and I in England would at times remark with slight wonder and lopsided smiles how quickly we’ve titled this place as home. Things like, 

“I’m going home” or “see you home” or “are you home?” became normal phrases before we even realised it.  You might counter and say that there’s no other proper word to use for the place you live, to which I will reply that in the beginning I did actually say “I’m going back to campus”, and so on and so forth. 

So now I’m back in England, after an amazing and really relaxed Christmas (just how I like it). I’m really tired and haven’t really gone food shopping yet – I did go and buy bread and ham, just to have something to survive on for the day, but the great “glean” doesn’t start until tomorrow (technically today, 6^th of Jan.).

Lastly, my cat’s newest stowaway attempt: