It's hard to think that it's all over. When we first decided to put the house up for sale we were uncertain, but knew it had to be done. Ørjan was extremely reluctant but I gave him the favourite jeans metaphor and he soon realized it was time to move on. (I'm sure everyone has a favourite pair of clothing that they eventually wear, tear, and need to replace.) We were toying with the idea of increasing our loan to build out, but I knew if we built out, we'd lose most of our property and it might not be worth the money or effort. We have two children and need to consider what's best for them. After years of unhappiness about living in Norway I realized I was wrong. This place is great for families and we should be trying to find a home that suits our new life. He was somewhat stuck on the idea of moving to Canada but I just can't conceive living there. I loved growing up there, but life over here is much slower and values are different.
We're so lucky to be able to look out from our windows and see the mountains and fjørds. There is little to no crime here, we live our windows and doors unlocked, and the air is so crisp and clean. Summers are gorgeous with the midnight sun, the lack of humidity, and boatrides and trips to the beach are just a 10 minute walk from home. I used to think that living in such a small town was ruining my life, but now I enjoy having the comfort of closer neighbours and people that stop to say hello. (Despite the fact that everyone gossips like mad.) Anyhow... this was totally not what I was going to write about.
The new house is great. We wanted it last year but missed out, but believe it was now the right time. The couple that will be taking over our house wants to move in quickly and we have no problem with that since we're also eager to move, but I'm going to be so sad when we have to hand over the keys and everything is finalized. We put so much time, money, and effort into this place and now we're giving it away. My sadness for losing this place even trumps my happiness for our new house. Oh well. It's life.
More later.
We're so lucky to be able to look out from our windows and see the mountains and fjørds. There is little to no crime here, we live our windows and doors unlocked, and the air is so crisp and clean. Summers are gorgeous with the midnight sun, the lack of humidity, and boatrides and trips to the beach are just a 10 minute walk from home. I used to think that living in such a small town was ruining my life, but now I enjoy having the comfort of closer neighbours and people that stop to say hello. (Despite the fact that everyone gossips like mad.) Anyhow... this was totally not what I was going to write about.
The new house is great. We wanted it last year but missed out, but believe it was now the right time. The couple that will be taking over our house wants to move in quickly and we have no problem with that since we're also eager to move, but I'm going to be so sad when we have to hand over the keys and everything is finalized. We put so much time, money, and effort into this place and now we're giving it away. My sadness for losing this place even trumps my happiness for our new house. Oh well. It's life.
More later.
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