Selvfølgelig var første turist-stopp med mor på besøk lagt i retning av operahuset og Harbour bridge!
Vi måtte spasere i sikksakk mellom en haug av turister som tok selfies, til tross for at vinteren egentlig ikke er høysesong for turisme her i det hele tatt. Vi fotograferte litt selv, og tok turen på innsiden av operahuset for å titte litt. Mamma hadde ikke helt kommet seg over Jetlag-et enda, og var en smule sliten, men vi brukte en lang dag i byen likevel.
Det sjøgrønne havet, og palmene langs sjøkanten som matcher fargene på flytende ferger over stille vann, er så mye vakrere i virkeligheten enn noe kamera kan fange. Noen øyeblikk må bare nytes og lagres på netthinnen, og denne dagen inneholdt flere av dem. Vi tok også turen inn i den botaniske hage, gikk feil, og måtte snu i forsøket på å finne et passende spisested. Det ordnet seg til slutt.
For øyeblikket sitter jeg i sofaen med en kaffekopp hvilende mot siden av ryggen min. Den balanserer fint og farlig i sofaen.
Hvorfor jeg er dum nok til å drikke kaffe så sent på kvelden vet jeg ikke helt egentlig. Klokken nærmer seg elleve og mørket har lagt seg trygt her i Australia. Det hjelper jo ikke at romvenninnen min er like kaffe-gal som meg, og tilbyr å sette på vannkokeren. Vi har begynt å se på enda en ny krimserie. “Mindhunter” surrer på skjermen denne gangen. Du finner den på Netflix. Krim er alltid bra. Vi går visst aldri lei. Jeg trodde i et øyeblikk at ingen av oss egentlig fulgte med, siden jeg tross alt skriver blogg, og hun har hodet kronisk begravd i mobilen. Et par minutter senere viste det seg at hun googlet navnet på alle serie-morderne som dukket opp i serien, for å se om de var ekte, og om de lever fremdeles. Den er bra denne serien altså. Selv om jeg ikke følger særlig nøye med akkurat nå. Jeg skriver jo til dere. Det er jo tross alt litt morsommere det.
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“Nei. Jeg er heller ikke sikker på om hun snakker norsk eller synger.” Det er vanskelig å si. Jeg hører bare lyder nedenfra, og Karlie ler. For et rart språk. Disse ordene jeg er i ferd med å rable ned på bloggen er nok også ganske underholdende for henne å tyde.
Jeg har forstått en av mange ting i løpet av de dagene jeg har hatt mamma på besøk her i Australia; morsmålet er ikke noe du tuller med. Det er kanskje derfor ikke så fryktelig overraskende at denne bloggen beveger seg over på norsk igjen. Etter at jeg har forsøkt å være litt internasjonal i et drøyt halvår.
For etter å ha kastet opp alle undertrykte tanker og følelser på min stakkars mor de siste dagene, har jeg kanskje innsett hvor mange følelser jeg har koblet til dette språket. På en så annerledes måte enn jeg klarer å uttrykke på engelsk selv om jeg kan de samme ordene. SÅ fra nå av skal jeg fortsette å være mitt kreative, skribent – jeg på norsk. Det er jo tross alt det jeg passer best til tror jeg.
Jeg tok toget inn til Sydney International Airport … Kjøpte en stor kaffe med mandelmelk og vanilje sirup, og ventet i en drøy halvtime. Hun gråt litt da hun så meg. Jeg måtte le der lille mamma kom spaserende med stor koffert, og veldig skinnende, nye blå joggesko. Jeg hadde ikke savnet henne noe særlig før jeg fikk en god mamma-klem og hun snakket i vei som en foss. Da var det plutselig veldig godt å ha mamma på samme kontinent likevel.
Jetlag, kafébesøk og noen spaserturer rundt i nærområdet var nok de første dagene, før vi ende opp med å dra på flere eventyr. Sydney har ganske mye å by på. Mer om de siste dagene kommer på bloggen veldig snart!
What is better than a spontaneous – GUACCA NIGHT – with the girls? Karlie, who has recently become my new roomie, had discovered a genius guacamole recipe that she wanted to test out. Unfortunately the food store only had useless, hard avocados. We ended up buying pre-made guacamole instead. One of that genius apps that allows you to order food all the way to your front door … That was an expensive luxury, and not really worth it. Let`s be real. Lesson learned. At least we got to have a really nice Guacca – night.
We also made vegan cookies! Recipe HERE, and I tried a new recipe on vegan cinnamon-rolls that might end up on the blog soon! What a nice evening with the girls. I only got to take a quick snapshot of Grace and Karlie. But Millie and Gabby also showed up a bit later on. And Jake joined the girls party too. He is officially part of our girls gang, haha. Such a nice evening! ❤
Life is what happens while I am trying to figure out what I want to do with it. While BITCH (takes one to know one) by Lennon Stella sums in the background, I have my hair in a bun and leaned towards the wall. It leaves blue marks on the white painting, but I am to lazy to do anything about it right now. I am doing my best to tone the yellow in this over bleached hair, on my project towards becoming blonde again. A couple of minutes later, I feel bad. I grab a makeup remover pad and do my best to rub the blue off the wall behind me. It won’t come off. Comparable to a lot of small mistakes we are doing in life, not realising that we are doing until they have left stained marks. Wow. How deep. This Monday afternoon. Well. Life in Australia is actually a bit more about here and now, witch is so different and good. At the same time I find myself thinking too much about the future, again. Why did nobody tell me that growing up gives your choices so much power?
“Some days just feel like forever, but suddenly they are gone“
– 27th of May 2019
It is quite interesting how the same amount of time can feel so different in different seasons of life. Maybe it is just something crazy that happens as soon as you move to the other side of the globe.
Or maybe it actually is because these days are so different in so many ways, and time is one of the things that is included in that experience.
In college we have this beautiful thing called “The May break.” We left home with four different cars at 8 am in the morning, ready for a roadtrip further south. Almost everyone in my core joined it. What an adventure! Two well planned days filled with life lasting memories.
We had outdoor BBQ and walked along beautiful, Australian nature to do some cliff jumping. I got to see some rare birds, and feeling the whitest sand in the entire world slipping through my toes. Yes. I am literally speaking about the whitest sand in the world here. Apparently Jarvis bay is known for having the beach with the whitest sand in the world. I had to google it to be sure that it was not just these Australians bragging about their country for fun again. It turned out to be true. And It was amazing. Truly amazing. We also did combat hunting and an attempt to go looking for kangaroos without any luck … Late night pasta bolognese, and good conversations around the bond fire. I am so blessed that get to hang out with these amazing people and discover Australia. How lucky am I ?!
A grey blanket rests over my feet, and I am holding tight on to my hot water bottle. So many cups of tea and a never ending craving for hot soup. I would never imagine that this is how winter is in Australia. But it is. So insane, extremely cold. But it is actually quite cozy and nice as well. It feels like forever since the last time I wrote to you. I can not believe I have been here for over four and a half months now. I feel like I say this every single time. But can you believe it is June in full bloom already? And can you believe June belongs to winter? Just a few more weeks until my mum comes for a visit. I am so excited to show her my city. But hey. I promise you. If you want your life to run from you, just move to Australia. Time just feel so different here. I am sure it is existing by different laws than back home.
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
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?
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
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.