Moving to Oslo

I presently enjoy my final Saturday evening in our sofa in Welhavensgate, listening to Rach III, watching Håvard simulate working. It almost feels a bit sad to leave this behind.

After nearly 13 years, I am moving away from Bergen. It’s somewhat disingenuous to say that I’ve lived here for 13 years. I first arrived in the autumn of 1997, to attend university. However, in the intervening years, I’ve lived in Trondheim, Haugesund, Utrecht, New York and Waterloo, sometimes for months and other times for years at a time.

Curiously, I never actually got around to formally move to Bergen, which means I’ve paid taxes to Haugesund all the while. I suppose this makes me a nasty parasite who just consumes what the local municipality has to offer. Ah, well…

While I never actually liked Bergen all that much (except when the weather was splendid — which it rarely was), I must confess that I’ve met some really astounding people here, who have made the my time here well worth the near-constant torrential rain.

However, all things must come to an end. Now that I’ve obtained yet another academic degree and don’t have any more lined up in the immediate future, it feels about time to move on.

The next chapter will take place in Oslo. Not exactly my first (or even second) choice, but that’s where Einar any myself are setting up camp for our up-and-coming start-up (a lot more on this very soon).

I’ve a train-ticket booked for tomorrow afternoon, and short list of goodbyes to left to say before departure. Adventure calls!