Moving Mania!!! The accumulation of an abundance of stuff... Baby how do you do it?? & Tales of sucky Norwegia... Misery thy knows no bounds...

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It has been exactly one week in our glorious new apartment on the West side of Oslo. Moving has been a tumultuous affair. While I, the quintessential immigrant came to Norway with just 40 kilos of the bare essentials, my better half, has managed to amass a wealth of stuff. I was amazed. Partially because I had never seen his stuff before and partially because I have always favored the more Bedouin approach to décor of less is more. Sheeeeeesh!!!!

He has EVERYTHING!! Even an ice cream machine. I am amazed. My idea of a well stocked home is a home which has 4 cups, plates glasses and a pot or two. I am so lucky to have such a good planner for a lover!

It literally took us 3 days to unpack. And on the fourth day we normalized.

Now that it has been a week and all is back to normal I am resuming my seemingly pointless quest to become a Norwegian tax payer. Yes, the work visa saga is still raging and I am feeling more and more like it is not going to happen. I know it is not right to be pessimistic but in all honesty, its hard to be anything but pessimistic when all I read is publications on the UDI website about how Unlikely it is that I will get a visa. Anyway. On we plod. I will keep my imaginary audience updated.

More about the flat now. As mentioned it is totally fantastic, high ceilings, expansive windows, and gorgeous light. A delectable fireplace. I am so very much in love with it. This weekend we will have a small house warming for friends. I am quite excited.

Life in Norway has stagnated a bit. Every day becomes more and more frustrating with regards to not working and getting my visa paperwork sorted out. I never thought that it would all take this much time. I never thought that it would be quite so difficult. I think the most frustrating thing is that I have been offered a good job, with a decent salary and that I am here in a long term relationship and still it all seems a bit arse about face. Ahhhh.

I think my feelings of loneliness and misery are compounded by the fact that I have no friends here in Oslo, at least none of my own. I came here to start a life with Morten because I love him. So much. But what we are doing now does not feel like much of a life. Pah! Why is it so much to ask for things to just be sorted out?

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