Time to go back home

I´m from Oslo. A rather upcoming hip, trendy and I would say satisfactory city to live in. I focus on those adjectives cause that is what I miss the most. I now live in a city up north in Norway, 8 hours north of Oslo. A city which is full of students, some brown pubs, a very big church and absolutely amazing nature around.

However this is not enough, for me. I miss feeling that I can walk in the city and feel a bit anonymous, not walk through the city in ten minutes. I like when whatever day of the week, where ever you go, there will be many people out, and there will be many such places to go where there are many people. Here, I can think of one or two places like that, and no I am not going to student parties, I am way too old and self conscious for that. The thing is, i wonder where the people my age are? I think they are inside with their new born babies.

It is time to make a choice right. So I am leaving. Back to Oslo. It is a weird thing, that attachment one have to the city one grew up in. I work with people up here who have done the same, moving back from other cities, most of them moving from Oslo back to this city, where they are from. And they are satisfied. They have lived the years they wanted outside of the city, and eventually found out that nothing beats home — the best place to live.

I know this is not where i will end up, and thats why I also feel a bit out of place. I probably have unrealistic thoughts of Oslo right now. I will probably miss the much more down to earth and laid back way of living here, but I am in my 30´s and it´s about time to head home. To get a kid and stay inside…