Posts Tagged With: Tønsberg

2017 Vlog 5 – Vacation Time

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Taking a Break

When it comes to the summer holiday I don’t really have to go far away to get in the holiday mode at all. I just need to go home, home to my hometown.

Leander and me will be spending some time in Tønsberg/Nøtterøy and have some quality time with our family. And it feels so good to just take a break from our home and go to visit another one of our homes.

You all know how much I enjoy my travelling, and crave that feeling of jumping on a plane and going off on a new adventure, but sometimes it just feels good to go back to places you know and love.

I’m pretty sure I’ve written a post every summer about how wonderful Tønsberg is in the summer time, and I wouldn’t be surprised if a similar post ends up here this year as well.

So right now I’m taking a break. Not from writing, reading and filming, but a break from everyday life. And a much needed one at that!

Hope you’re all having a wonderful summer so far!

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2017 Vlog 4 – Work and Play

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My Hometown is Full of Ghosts

There’s a special feeling that comes over me whenever I go back to visit my hometown. It’s where I have most of my family and so many memories. A city that (even with its changes over the years) I can still trace in my mind, eyes closed, a million miles away from it. It’s the place that will always be “home” and I can definitely see myself moving back here someday. 

When I got back to my hometown this time around, I took a walk through the streets that I know so well. The paths that holds so many memories and stories. But there’s more to the town. It’s also filled with ghosts. My ghosts. I like to look at my past events as ghosts. They definitely don’t have to be the haunting, scary kind of ghosts, but more the kind that lurks around in the shaddows. And from time to time I can see their eyes looking back at me and it brings back a very special kind of feeling. 

I started writing a poem about this today, but it doesn’t feel right just yet. It will be up eventually, but I still wanted to write about it and share my thoughts on the subject. 

I think all hometowns, no matter where or what size, is full of past ghosts. The memories, lost dreams and events from everyones past taking some kind of form in the cracks of pavement, the trees that grow and the buildings that changes. In some ways out of sight, out of mind, until you revisit them. 

As I walked around I found out that even though I love my hometown, some of my own ghosts kind of scares me. They’re a reminder of some of the most difficult times in my life and having them stare me in the face can be quite hard. Sometimes they visit in no more than a slight shiver, and other times it’s like being smacked in the face with a heavy glove. Some ghosts are the wonderful kind, that embraces you in a careful wind, kisses you and the cheek and keep on walking. Some just likes to watch from far away. There are even some that I have a hard time recognizing for what they really are. 

Every hometown ghost is a part of me and the path I went on to become who I am today, and I choose to be grateful for that. But there are times when I fear that my ghosts could turn into demons. And that might be the most terrifying part of coming back. What if my hometown should suddenly morph into something that feels strange and alien to me. What if the traces of streets and memories falls into darkness and gets replaced by something completely different? Would I still feel the same?

  

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I survived!

Saturday came and went and turned out to be a lot better than I expected it to be. Kathrine and I were both nervous and feeling less than excited about the whole event. Instead of actually renting a place where we could have a reunion party they went with the let’s-meet-up-at-the-beach-solution which had the end result of not a lot of people showing up at all. At the most I think we were about nineteen out of the 120 invited. We stayed for two hours and even that was pushing it beyond the point of utter boredom. None of the nineteen was from hour class so we didn’t really know them anyway.

But on the plus side of it all, the people who bullied me weren’t there either. So I didn’t have to go through all the fake greetings and the not so pleasant walk down memory lane.

We eventually went back to my fathers house and sat there sharing a bottle of wine before we took a night out on the town.  There we meet one of my younger brothers and there were a lot of smiles, talking and dancing. We went home at four in the morning with a feeling of bliss and smiles on our faces.

At the end of it all I’m glad I went. Now I don’t have to wonder if I missed anything. And the cherry on top was getting a lot of quality time with family and friends. I wish the weekends could last a little longer..

Toodles..

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