Var jau buut, ka cilveeki nav gluzji mana stihija.
Bet peec shiis nedeeljas es laikam mazliet vairaak esmu sapratusi, ko noziimee tas, ka Jeezus nebija kaa es. Ka Vinsh nepagrieza muguru un nepateica – MAN POFIG. Taa vietaa Vinsh ljaava sevi pienaglot pie krusta. Ir par ko padomaat, jopcik.
Un diivaini ir shodien buut pilseetaa. Vietaa, kuraa dziivo nevis paaris gjimenes, bet chetrdesmitpieci tuukstoshi mazu un lielu norveegju cilveeku. Vinji ir jauki. Vinji apstaajas celja viduu, lai palaistu mani paari ielai, un tad smaida un maaj, un man liekas, ka esmu nokluvusi kaut kaadaa citaa valstii. Smiekliigi, bet es juutos kaa aarzemees. Kaa toreiz, septiitajaa klasee, pirmo reizi esot aarpus Latvijas. Mani mulsina krustojumi un luksofori, un BurgerKing smarzja uz ielas, un daudzie Narveseni, un lielveikals, un sabiedriskais transports. Un es pat nezinu – pietruukst man taa visa vai nepietruukst. Bet es zinu, ka peec seshu stundu prom buushanas man pietruukst kalns aiz loga, un visas piecas salas, un kamiins, un klavieres. Un es juutos kaa gabalinsh metaala, kuru magneets velk atpakalj.
Es gribu, lai decembris pienaak jo aatri.
Es gribu, lai decembris nekad nepienaak.
Lai tev jauka novakare. Man jaaiet ar ziemljblaazmu speeleeties.
Those were 7 crazy days - getting up at 7am in the morning with 2-and-a-half-hour naps during the daytime, fabulously energetic norwegian kids, a small school, a huge gym, line dancing every day (oh, my, I am good at that now), ocean every direction you look, an addiction to happo (a pretty amazing sweet norwegian goodness) and a plentitude of norwegian language. On an island that you can go around in 40 minutes. I've never experienced before how sweet and sooooo pleasant can be coming back to the place that I call my home now. And it is not my home just because I live there now, but because it is a part of my heart now. A big part. + Cheers to Don and Lillian (picture:)) who beared with me all that week, because sometimes, when there is too little daylight and too many norwegian kids around me, I can be pretty much unbearable.
There is a possibility that people are not really "my thing".
But the thing I have realized after this thing is how amazing it is that Jesus was not like me. He didn't turn His back, saying - I COULDN'T GIVE A CRAP. He let them nail Himself to the cross instead. That gives me smth to think about.
It is weird to be in the city today. In the place that is inhabited by a little bit more than just 2 families. The people here are so nice. They stop in the very middle of the road in order just let me cross the street, and they smile and wave at the same time. It seems I am in a different country. It is funny to feel like I was abroad - feels like back in 7th grade when I first went somewhere outside of Latvia. I am getting a little bit confused with all the intersections and traffic lights, the smell of Burger King, and all the many Narvessens, and shopping mall, and public transport. I don't even know if I miss all that or not. But I do know that I miss the mountain right outside the window, and all the 5 islands, and the fireplace, and the piano. I feel like a piece of metal that is pulled back by it's magnet.
I wish that december comes soon.
I wish that december never comes.
I have to go outside to play with the northen lights. Have a good one. :]