On the Move...

I am moving. Again. You'd think I just really love packing and unpacking, hauling luggage and buying furniture. That is not the case. But this time it is a good move, a move of the best kind: The move home. I actually sold my few pieces of furniture and left my room on the 28th floor some days ago, so I am currently sleeping on a fold-out couch in a friendly apartment with wonderful people (Takk, Cecilie, Maren og Eivind!) - a nice finale, I think. The coming Friday will be my very last day on this continent for some time (I will be back to visit, do not worry) and I have to admit that I am looking forward to that last car ride through crowded New York streets, the last hauling of all my luggage to check-in, the last wait in endless security lines, and then to board my flight, sit down, and cast one last glance out the window to wave goodbye to this city that never sleeps.

I do realize some people would (and probably do) call me crazy to leave this most wonderful of all cities, and one could argue that a year and a half is not enough to really get accustomed to the New York flavor. That I have given up on New York too soon. To that I can only say that I am very happy for people who can feel truly at home here, who can draw their energy from the city rather than being drained by it, and who find rich people to marry so they can get a decent place to live. But that is not me. Not now, not ever. As for the flavor, I'd say it is kind of like the flavor of beer: if it takes that much getting used to, it may not be worth it.