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Norway day

Norway day. The 17th of May. Started off pretty early. Norwegians gathered for breakfast in the city in ones apartment. One of those student homes that gives you the urban city vibe in an artistic way. Norwegian food and music. Flags everywhere. I felt a bit like I was in one of those post-war movies. Nationalism at it´s best. Made me miss my home country for a few seconds, but not so much longer than that, really. Being Norwegian in Australia is great.

I just felt lucky. Watching palm trees and love how I can feel so home so far from home.

We spent the rest of the day with more Norwegians in Hyde park. Playing all those stupid, hilarious, children games, lottery. More Norwegian food and flags.

Walking together in a parade towards the opera house and being photographed by a thousand chinese tourists. Singing the national anthem as ugly and tone deaf as even possible. Commenting something about how Norwegian those who actually bothered to bring their Norwegian dresses “bunad” all the way over the world are. Wow. I was just loving life. The 17th of May in Sydney was not too bad at all.

The day ended with ice- cream, livestream from Oslo, and face timing with mum. Thank you to my follow Norwegian friends for an amazing day Xx

Let me take a look back

My feet rest on a basketball that are moving with the rytm of the ground we are passing. My head is bumping into the cold window. Heavy eyes are closing to all the songs that I don’t know the lyrics on. Suddenly a well known melody starts playing. My eyes open dramatically. They are wide awake now, and I start singing. Without any shame at all I am turning into that annoying 7 year old that allways had a song to sing. The one that walked around the playground always screaming the tones of one of the pop classics from the radio. It is in the midle of the night. The clock has passed 3 am, and the red truck is bumping towards a beach-house further south. I am not to concerned about the fact that I don’t really know these people very well. All filters are gone. I just want to sing.

Tribe retreat is when the leader is in youth get together to spend a weekend without sleep. For those who know me, you also know; that is when my head turn into cake. ” I am excited to see how my mood is on Monday. Probably not the best. But this will be fun. I have heard that the beaches are beautiful. Lets go”

Weeks ago, but I never posted these pictures. Now I look back and miss the heat from summer. You might laugh at me telling you that Australian winter is freezing. We are not even there, but I sleep with two hot-waterbotles, 2 duvets and a blanket at night. All well tucked around my fleece pyjamas. You said Norwegian winter was cold? You have no idea.

My camera officially died on this trip. My good friend for a whole lot of blog-posts. These are the last pictures it took. Well. At least I thought so. I have no idea what happened. It took two weeks before my camera somehow, started working again. Anyone who have experienced anything like it before?

This must be love

It is Mothers day! ❤ Here in Australia, I started the morning with an amazing service in church. We had a guest preacher from a church in Miami, and it was so good. I was reminded of how important it is to remember those who find days like this difficult. Some might not have a mum, or are going trough this day without being a mum even tough they want to. I think our church did a very good job at celebrating all woman today. Because we are all so strong no matter what we are going trough, and we need to be reminded of that! Well, all of the girls got a very cute shopping bag each. “This must be love!” Is it not adorable?

My own mum is on the other side of the globe, and for some reason we don’t celebrate mothers day at the same date in Norway. But it is still a day to send her a message and give her a reminder of how much I love her. Days like this make me miss her extra much, but she is actually coming to visit me very, very soon now!

After church I had coffee with my friend, Millie. Then I went home and made some cookies for tomorrow, because we are having a dinner with our core at Millie`s. That will be so nice! I am heading over there in a few minutes to help her set up some decorations as well.

So. This mothers-day I wanted to share a very allergy friendly cookie recipe that shouts of love. It is both gluten and lactose-free, and you can easily make it vegan if you want. Just change the eggs with some of that substitute they sell in bigger food stores. I usually switch the brown sugar with some stevia or other sweeteners if I look for a healthier options. But these ones taste absolutely perfect as they are as well, on this day of celebration. Try it out, beautiful you! XOXO


THIS IS WHAT YOU NEED

1 1/2 cup sunflower oil

4 eggs

3 cups brown sugar

5 cups gluten-free self raising flour

1 tsp salt

2 cups dark chocolate (70% cocoa)


THIS IS WHAT YOU DO

Preheat oven to 375 degrees Fahrenheit.Combine oil, eggs and brown sugar. Whisk it well together. Add gluten-free flour and salt, and stir until you have a smooth dough. Cut the chocolate and add it to the dough. Line a large baking sheet with a sheet of parchment paper. Use a tablespoon to scoop dough, and place dough scoops about 1 inch apart on the baking sheet.

Bake the cookies at 375 degrees F for 9-12 minutes until lightly browned. Remove to a wire rack to let it all cool down.

❤ Enjoy

3 lessons learned by some ugly, self-ripped jeans

Let me represent to you; this unique pair of DIY- ripped- jeans gone wrong. Yeah. I know. Impressive. That is the word. I learned 3 things out of this.

  1. Way too skinny jeans do not look good when they are ripped. (At least not on me)
  2. To rip jeans yourself is harder than it looks on those youtube videos
  3. I am really bad at budgeting (since I just ruined the only couple of jeans I have bought since I came to Australia)

Honesty. Maybe I could have ended up actually using these if it wasn’t for the fact that they are extremely uncomfortable as well as ugly. I mean. Ugly clothes are worth it for the looks, but it is not worth itching and hating your life because of those uncomfortable jeans.

Red toenails make everyone look professional

Now. Let me present to you; not homemade, but still ripped jeans. (Even tough they are ripped just a bit longer up, so you can’t really see it in this picture) Comfortable. Bought in a clothing store. Perfect holding my bible from flying away in this windy weather while I am putting my hair in a bun.

Dear reader. I hope that you are living your best, amazing life. Remember that you are amazing, and look gorgeous in both ugly and pretty jeans. But they seriously need to be ripped. Don`t forget that ♥

Sunset selfie in Sydney and a few thoughts about pressure

I can hear the sound of birds singing in between the mainstream music in the background from my mac. I am laying in my bed watching Norwegian TV-series when my room-mate enters our room, and sits down on the floor. One of our housemates have invited her connect-group over. They are having break-fast downstairs. It smells pancakes, and I can hear laughter mixed with different conversations.

But hey there. I just wanted to share some pictures from an evening at Bondi. I deeply regret not bringing my Canon Camera. But Iphone- X pictures are better than no pictures at all. What I have learned is that Australia is so beautiful that i own myself to bring my camera everywhere I go. It will always be something to take a picture of.

We were walking along the beach. With that salty taste in our mouth from swimming in the gigantic Australian waves. Watching people surf, and exhausted joggers run pass us as our feet melted together with the soft sand. These conversations that makes you bond. Conversations about church, God, life, and everything in between.

I am looking at this blog, and thinking that I will love myself for doing this a couple of years from now. It is amazing to have an opportunity to look back at how life was here. How I have grown, and how I will grow on the way. 

Sunset Selfie in Sydney

– Handling pressure – 

Our youth-pastor had the best preach on this subject yesterday in our leaders meeting. And I just got so inspired. So I wanted to share a couple of my personal thoughts around this topic. Let me challenge you on how you see pressure. 

He said something as cool as ; “Pressure is a privilege”

That did really hit me. Because I have never, ever thought of pressure as a privilege. Rather the opposite actually. You know. If you are leading under pressure, you are leading on a high level. When you are put under pressure, you are actually stretching yourself. If you are never put under pressure, you will never grow. I wish someone told me this just a year ago. When I was sitting with all of my school assessments, drowning in how much I had to do in so little time. 

I wish I knew that right there, I was stretched out to handle more of that pressure in the future. Because the last year in high-school might feel like the most stressing time ever. But dear 18-year-old-Victoria; it will get worse. It really will. So learning to handle those seasons are so extremely important and such a privilege. 

Just remember that. Pressure is not a bad thing. Stress is not a bad thing. The truth is that it is all part of our lives, and we can not avoid it. It all comes down to how you handle it. How do you let it shape you?

Will you let the stressed times upset you, or will you find a way to get through that season to grow?

I do not know about you. But I do not want to live a comfortable life where I am never challenged, never stressed and never pressured. I want to grow and change into a better version of myself every single day.

So, hey. Do you feel stressed? Do you feel pressured? Good. Treasure this season. You are about to grow. 

Golden hour

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Good day beautiful reader! My alarm woke me up at 5.10 am yesterday. “That is quite early” my housemate said when I told her about my plans of watching the sunrise with two of my friends the day before. I smiled and started laughing. She is actually waking up like that every single day (I am not joking) It is funny. Back home, I am considered as the early riser. Here I am the one who “sleeps in”

Well. My alarm went of. I jumped into my clothes, and ran outside to Gabby`s little, red car. Together with Millie, the three of us were on our way to the Northern beaches. What was supposed to be a couple of hours, turned out to be most of the day. We talked a lot, and had breakfast at a super cute café. We brought our bibles and did our devotionals on the beach as well. It was such a nice day!

In the evening I went to girls connect with youth. That was also really nice. We watched a movie, and painted our nails. All in all, a good spent day.

Just before bed, I Face Timed Kristin in Norway for the first time since I came here. About time. It was really nice to talk with her again. Miss you loads girl. Buy a plane ticked, and visit me, please!

A bit exhausted of all these adventures in one day, I slept really good that night! That is for sure 🙂

My pink-striped pyjamas is placed in my favorite corner in our sofa. That is a lie. I do actually have two favorite corners in this sofa. It is actually the best sofa ever. Anyway. I have been awake for a couple of hours already as the rest of this house finally starts to wake up. My early bird of a room-mate is not home for the next days that are coming up, so I am officially the early riser in this house now. At least I like to believe that just because it was like that this morning. Well. It feels good! It should be mentioned that there is a huge responsibility with waking up early. I mean. It does unofficially mean that you need to be productive the rest of that day. Not that I always am …

I have already had oats for brekkie for the first time in 2 months! I missed that from back home. What a taste of heaven! I have had two cups of coffee and some vegan chocolate and a couple of books are placed next to me. I am going to do some reading, some assessment working, and some series watching. After that I will just see where the day takes me. Have a wonderful week, beautiful you! 🙂

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Mondays exist to tell about part 2

Beautiful Sydney. Darling Harbour

The kind of rain that specifically belongs to Mondays, is splashing with the sound of drumsticks on our roof. I jump down from the second floor of the bunk bed to grab my phone that is charging somewhere on the carpet floor. 9am. That is not ok. I was planning on sleeping until 1 pm today, and catch up every minute of lost sleep. Well. What can I say. My head aches.

“The conference hangover” is real (given that I am talking about an alcohol-free conference, this is a classical wannabe- funny- statement. Please laugh just to be kind.Anyways. ) Looong days, and all the impressions and experiences … Last monday I felt like I was shot in pieces and put into the washingaching for a centrifuge program. But I served last weekend. This one I sat in. So I did not at all feel as tired this Monday morning. Sleepy, but fine. I almost have the rest of the week off as well. So it is all worth it. Big time.


I always regret not writing in the moment. Why do I never learn?

“Suddenly I don’t even remember  what I did five minutes ago. But I am just sitting in the most comfortable sofa on this side of equator. A white furry pillow supports my back. I Have just had a shower and put a couple of clothes in my washing machine, made a good breakfast. Kesha and I are leaving for the shopping mall in a couple of minutes. I need to to my brows. It is just so long ago now. And I need to buy some products for my poor devastated hair. A few of the food products are cheaper in the mall as well.”

-Let’s go shopping –

Behind me it says “You look beautiful” That is my Monday message to you!
My girls. From the left: Me. Mille. Gabby. Karlie.
The secret garden Pop-up store

The sound of different voices, screaming babies, music and dishwashing flows around me. Three bags rest beside me. “Someone please tell me when, during this journey of life, did spending money start to hurt?” I am literally feeling physically pain in my heart. My brows looked so bad. Honestly. Some self treatment is necessary. Even as a student on the other side of the earth. And my hair is so damaged by all this bleaching of mine. 

#Life-lesson- learned.

Never colour you natural platina blonde hair black…

It needs some good treatment. I can’t not buy food. In other words “money flew in every direction this morning.” I guess I need to have a coffe-spending-stop again. It’s at least one way to save money. What an expert shopper I am. Ylva didn’t even believe me when I told her I haven’t bought more than one piece of clothes since I came. Student life is hard. Not because it really is. My parent are to nice. But it feels bad knowing they spend to much money on me here. He.. the struggles of life. Time to grow up.

Budgeting people. Be good at it early. That is my best advice.

Enough talking 

Our beautiful pastor Bobbie Houston

Conference part 2 // For those of you that are a bit into the Christian world. You might have heard of preachers as Christine Caine and Lisa Harper, and of course our own dear pastor Bobbie Houston. If not. Check them out on YouTube. They are amazing. This was amazing. Even more than conference 1, just because I got to experience it all.

To sit in a conference is quite different than serving. It is awesome to “Experience the room” Everything in a girly conference as this is just so girly. I LOVE IT. All these amazing women together to praise Jesus.

It was all so practical and empowering. Sisterhood sessions, girly topics about life. Cool showes with amazing dancers. The amazing Hillsong worship songs. The list goes on.

Let’s not forget the “gifting moment” where we all received a cute little gift.This year it was a handmade soap from Iraq. Who on earth have a soap with the label “made in Iraq?” Sounds boring. But it is not. Not when you know that these soaps are made of women that have fled from ISIS. It is awesome that this gives them an opportunity to earn their own money, and makes it possible for them to stay in their home country, buy food, pay rent, and send their children back to school! Well. I wish you an amazing week dear reader!

Remember: YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!

❤