Today’s post – some random thoughts. Not necessarily connected or interesting.
It’s strange to be back home, but it feels really good too. Travelling is fun, but there is one part of it that I just think is … awful. The journey home. When you’re going to whatever place you’re going to, then you have something major to look forward to and the travelling is no big deal, cause you’re excited about arriving and about everything you’ll see. But going back is basically nothing but hassle. Sure, it’ll feel good to be home again. But it’ll hardly be a pinnacle of excitement. I am always SO grateful to be back home again. Because then the worst part is over.
The trip was amazing. Best vacation ever. We got to see so many fantastic things, and so much of it was so incredibly impressive. ‘Awesome’ isn’t a word I like to use, because it’s so overused – and inappropriately used – but it’s really the only adjective that fits. When you stop to think about what it really means. I am so happy that I got to go on this trip and have these experiences. And I’m so grateful that I brought such a big memory card for my camera … !
The turtles were just fine when I got back. As I was sure they would be. The little guys acted like they’d just seen me two hours ago. :-D Raphael on the other hand kind of freaked. I’m so happy that KAS and trilltrall have been by to check on them, because that way at least he’d seen some humans while I’d been away. He hadn’t entirely forgotten that we exist. :-) I think if he saw absolutely no humans at all for, let’s say a couple of months, he would go feral or something :-D and be way out there terrified when one of us did pop up. As it was he did not feel very comfortable in my presence. I took him out of his pond and into the hall with me while the little guys were eating – he’d be eating soon too – and as soon as I put him down he scurried away, tried to hide under the shoe shelf and just basically getawaygetaway!!omg!!1! :-) I’ll have to put in some major interaction with him now to get him used to me again. The little weirdo. I’ve missed the three of them, but they haven’t missed me. That’s part of what makes them such great pets. I usually phrase it this way: they’re happy to see me, but they’re not unhappy to not see me. :-)
In other news, not much had happened in our absence. Basically pretty much nothing. I checked in at Dagbladet online a few times during the trip, but found surprisingly little of interest. The crown princess had gotten a concussion, a farmer had dumped one of his sheep in the fjord with rocks tied to its legs, a few days of bad weather were expected, someone got voted off Strictly Come Dancing, Iceland was going to hell in a handbasket and we were going to help them, poor bastards, something had wreaked havoc with Gjønnes subway station. Watch my careface … It’s odd how you follow the news so closely when you’re at home, and really care about it and are genuinely interested in … current events, or whatever. Then when you get to somewhere where you just can’t follow it constantly, and you miss a lot … or do you? When you check back again it’s like … what, was this everything?? It’s like a soap opera on TV. While you’re watching, it looks like something’s happening … but if you stop following it for a while, you’ll see that nothing ever really happens. :-) I love Norway. :-)
I had some other thoughts too, but I can’t remember them exactly now. Hm.
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