Moving to Norway, first of all, was driven by the need for change. Winston and I were ready to change our routines and try something new for a while. But if I am totally honest with myself, it might also have been driven by a tiny bit of homesickness on my part. I had never lived on this island before, but it is not too far from my hometown Mosjøen. It had been 20 years since I left my hometown. When I did, like any teenager, I did it with a light heart, full of eagerness to explore other cities and other countries.
I have been quite happy moving around for the last 20 years. But after living in something like eight different cities on three different continents, it feels good to be back. It feels familiar. The people, the climate, the mountains, the food, and the culture all remind me of my childhood in the northern part of Norway.
In 2001 I moved to the US to live with my husband. I left Norway thinking that we would return within two years. There were many reasons why we didn’t, the biggest one being that I quickly adapted to my new life and fell in love with my new country. I might have missed Norway once in a while, but I never seriously considered moving back. But here we are.
For some reason I woke up one morning last week missing my close friends in the US, so much that it brought tears into my eyes. It made me think about our life in Arlington and our home. There is no obvious reason for this sudden attack of homesickness. It might be that I for so long have been focusing on the move, and not so much the things we left behind. We have now reached a point when life on Rødøy very much feels like everyday living. Like home. Not everything is new and exciting any more, and with three weeks of rain behind us (and probably another eight ahead) there has been plenty of time to reflect.
I am grateful that we have this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to be here. And the change has been good. When we leave here, I’ll be sad to say goodbye to this home, and glad to be heading back to our home in the US. I guess I should be used to this feeling of homesickness and feeling at home at the same time. This is the price one has to pay for moving around the world. There is no such a thing as one place to call home.