Hello there. Thanks for visiting my blog.
As you read you may notice that although I’m from the US there are some British words peppered throughout the blog. That’s because my husband is English and no matter how hard I fight it, sometimes I use the word “trouser” instead of “pant” and “lift” instead of “elevator.” He may have won those battles but I refuse to pronounce “garage” so that it rhymes with “carriage.” It sounds silly.
But let’s start from the beginning. I’m from Ohio where I spent most of my childhood swimming, listening to Bollywood music and watching I Love Lucy re-runs. I spent my teen years drifting between the medieval and Elizabethan eras of English literature, only to marry a Britisher and move to London.
Living in London was a dream. I got my masters in journalism in a city that, as far as I’m concerned, founded the fourth estate. I lived around the corner from Sir Ian McKellen who I saw in a fabulous stage performance of Waiting for Godot alongside Sir Patrick Stewart. I ate at the best of Brick Lane’s Indian and Pakistani restaurants and my running route took me along the River Thames with a view of the London Eye.
And right when the cracks of the National Health Service started to give me nightmares my husband whisked me away to Oslo. It’s been a whirlwind and I’ve only just realized how far north Norway is. If you have one of those old-fashioned globes, stand over it and look straight down and you’ll see where I am.
Despite the multicultural influences – and my ambivalence toward American football – I’m a Yankee to the core. That’s what this blog is about: An American accustomed to shopping on a Sunday trying to settle into a more unmaterialistic lifestyle in Norway. Less shopping, more nature. More taxes, no insurance bills. Fewer choices in the cookie aisle at the grocery store, but more time with my family.
When I’m not blogging about the marvels and vexations of expat life, I work as a reporter.
I hope you enjoy reading about my Scandinavian adventures!