Clarendon covered truths about life down under

To tell you anything about how life really is, I have to write my thoughts down in Norwegian first. That is when it starts to get real. That is when I am able to grab out the raw feelings and thoughts that circles around in my mind. But I just could not do it. For the longest time in my life, I had nothing to write. Not because of too few thoughts, but because of too many.

I haven’t stayed here for so long yet. Quite exactly five weeks. I am walking down the hill to school, we have classes in a few minutes. My ripped jeans have started to be too ripped. You can probably see my underwear because of the gigantic hole under my left pocket. Anyways. I need to speed up here. I am going to be late.

First of all I just want to apologize. I wanted this blog to be real. It has not been like that the last weeks. I have just scratched the surface of everything. That is not my intention here. You have enough of those out there already. I am sorry. Victoria the writer is officially back.

With these “Clarendon covered” pictures from my day at Coogee beach with some really nice friends in between, let me tell you about life.

One of the most frequently asked questions from everyone I have talked with during my first few weeks here, was whether I felt homesick or not. Homesickness. Some girls told me that they were crying every day and just wanted to go home. That they missed their parent so much, even though it probably would be better soon.

I didn’t feel like that at all. I have honestly not looked back home and felt homesick at all. Except from a few sticks once in a while. Not because I don’t miss mom and dad or my friends, but because I know that I am ment to be here. And that I am ment to be here right now.

I was so determined to make this house my home as quickly as possible. It is home now. It was from day one actually. Much due to good housemates. There are not any huge culture differences between us, and that makes almost everything safe and familiar. The first difference I noticed was that they all eat dinner around 8 pm. Something that was very strange to me. But instead of sticking to my good Norwegian habits, I began to do like them. Just because it’s so social to sit together in the evening, watch a movie and have dinner at the same time.

We call each other babe, beauty, sweetie and love all the time. Because that is apparently what is polite in english-speaking countries. I have literally heard more encouraging words heading my way the last month here than I have heard the past five years in Norway.

Apart from that I have walked in woolen sweatshirts in 30 degrees by several occasions. Just to realize that the weather here is changing very fast. With that a sting shakes in the dept of my heart. My dear Norway. What are my friends doing right now? Am I missing out on anything? Every time that happens, I just need to think of who the real winner here really is. I’m the one who’s living in Australia, the land of surfing and kangarooes.

I tend to get really tired of how much my mind changes. Get tired of growing so fast. Because I know that is what I do by how much I am challenged in my old mindset. Only in my class there are 14 different nations represented. The encounter with so many different cultures is strange. It is crazy, and I love conversations with different people. I have noticed that my tolerance and worldview needed to expand. And I am reminded that my Norwegian thinking is not always the right one. Just sharing bedroom, and living with other girls 24 hours a day, is a really new experience. I’m being thrown into responsibilities I’ve never had before. And as I realize that, I am 30 hours by plane away from everyone I ever considered protecting and safe.

I was also introduced to a problem I hadn’t been facing before. The challenge of not having friends. It was perhaps the most unknown setting I have ever been in. Seeing gangs form already after a few weeks and not being part of one. If feels like I always have had someone during my entire life. Down here, I did not really have anyone to gather around in my class. Although I am the recipe of individualistic, strong and independent… and probably could have lived alone on a deserted island for myself without any problems… this feeling was just so new.

It was perhaps needed for me to realize how much my friends mean to me, and what role they usually play in my daily life. How dependent I am on them in social settings…

But it always works out. I had to convince myself to be patient here, and give it time. None of my deeper friendships at home were built in two weeks. It would have been strange if it had been totally different here. And I’m certainly one of those who likes that a friendship is genuine and real. So it will take a little more time. I know. But I have never felt lonely like that before. It teached me that this was an unique opportunity for me. An opportunity to be there for someone else. I’m probably not the only one in this situation. I hope that I can be the friend I needed for someone else.

Did I mention that it is just now that I have finally got myself to write again? All these impressions do something strange with my mind. It forces me to stay in the moment, and use all my energy to take everything in.

It is kind of funny. I have just listed a lot of “natural” things that have been capturing my focus. But Hey. I am actually in bible school. I am learning A LOT about leadership. About Church. About God, and about me. And I am definitely challenged in all of that too. Just to see the difference between church culture in Norway and here.

Can you imagine that everyone you talk to have heard of your church? Been given discount on coffee on the local café because you are from church? And actually wanting to bring everyone you meet to church. Just because you are so proud of it, and you know that it will not freak people out, but rather give them a positive experience of christianity? I could not imagine that either. Suddenly it is what I am living in. In a church that is growing all the time. That is healthy and inspiring, and that makes me want to serve. Wow. How can I describe being surrounded by people who encourage you and

believe in you more than you believe in yourself.” 

 I have finally started to realize the importance of community and unity within the church. Wow. I am excited for the rest of this year!

I woke up yesterday and felt like I woke up for the first time in a really long time. Victoria the writer is back. Finally. I have missed her.

Let me just finish this by saying that I am so grateful. So grateful for being here, meeting all this incredible people, and learn so much. Even though it is challenging sometimes. And I am so grateful for my loving parents that support me more than what should even be allowed. I love you to a couple of times around the distance of the universe.

My favorite açai bowl

Açai. Apparently a Brazilian fruit that I have pronounced wrong my entire life.  

Until I heard my room-mate pronounce it as [aˌsaˈi] which is obviously more correct than [aˌkai] as I thought… Anyways. These bowls of açai smoothie are just so good. What is better than to make them on you own at home?

To buy the fresh açai berries in not easy unless you live in Brazil. But here in Australia, you can buy frozen Açai puree. You can also find acai power, and that is good as well. In this recipie you can change the frozen pure block with 2-3 table spoons of açai powder if you want.

The most important thing about the Açai-bowl is that you have to make it your own.

But here is my favorite version of the famous Açai-bowl, so try it out ❤

-My favourite acai bowl-

One block of frozen Açai puree – Some coconut milk – A banana- A peach –

-A good handfull with frozen berries (I used Strawberry. Blueberry. Blackberry and red grapes)-

-A few dashes of some natural sweetening-

– A tablespoon of the best mix between sunflower seeds, and dried berries. (I used goji, cranberry, almonds and coconut flakes)-

Blend it all in a smoothie blender. This is my favourite Acai bowl.

Sunday 24th of February

Sunday 24th of February

“I woke up all by myself this morning and felt so extremely awake. Sadly enough it took me about five seconds to realize that I had slept too long. It was indeed way to light outside to be 6 am. I was right. My alarm had not made a single noise. I was supposed to be at church 20 minutes ago. I ran out of bed and ate a quick breakfast before I finally left home. It was all fine. My leaders here are fortunately really nice. I came in time to grab an orange west and be a parking guard.

So the next Sundays I am going to serve in two of the three first services, and sit in one of them. I am also serving one in the evening. It sounds like a lot, but time went by really fast this morning, so I am honestly just excited. As I mentioned I am serving in the youth ministry, and I am convinced that I will learn a lot.”

Another day has started here in Sydney. But hey. I got my nose pierced the other day. Yes. It did indeed hurt. It still does actually. But it is worth it of course. The sun is shining I am on my way to school. I just realized that I have spent way too much money on coffee the last days. But I can not help it. It is literally half the price I pay back home, and the cold brew here is just so good! Hey. I even get a discount because I am a student. Anyways. I hope you have a wonderful week, my dear reader 🙂

Love days off, and some things I miss from back home

Love days off

Love my new sisterhood bible

Love Face-timing my family and friends

Love that our washing machine works again

Love lemon water

Love dreaming about long days at the beach

But I still …

Love that it is colder outside

Hi there, my dear reader 🙂

I hope your day is good so far! My Fridays are always off, and it is so nice. Even tough I am serving in church in the evening, it is good to have a peaceful day to sleep out and relax! Wow. I just listed a few things that I really love. But hey. Let me tell you about a few things that i miss as well. I have already stayed in Australia for a whole month. I really can not believe how fast time goes by down here. Probably because there is so much going on all the time …

– MONDAY 11th of February 2019 –

The sounds of different voices flow around me. I am sitting on a café, drinking coffee that doesn’t taste more than tolerable. Lately I have begun to realize how desperate my need is for time to just think. Sharing room, and living with four other girls simply resulted in me being with other people 24 hours a day. I need some me-time sometimes. I think we all do.
Time to let my mind run its own way. So I go for a walk. I can see 3 parrots fly by. It is strange that they live in the wild here. I have never seen one outside a cage before. They are beautiful. Colorful. Perfect in a way.

Somehow I find myself next to a girl on the bus, and she smells like my grandmother’s shampoo. Well. She does probably not. It`s just my brain that is making fun of me. Looking for anything familiar. But suddenly I miss the summers with my grandmother. I miss the smell of her shampoo in my hair while I was bathing in her bath-tube. I miss the icy wind as I get up on the cold floor in the morning. I miss the extremely good, cold Norwegian drinking-water. I miss the smell of freshly baked bread. The one that tasted so much better than any other homemade bread I’ve ever had.

Then I miss that house. Suddenly I am so grateful that Mum and Dad have kept it after all. The house that was built by the hands of my own great-grandfather a lifetime ago. I miss it. Maybe because I know that my parents are there right now. I miss picking berries in the summer. All the endless kilos of cherries from our garden. I miss stepping barefoot into the grass. I miss lifting wood down to the basement as soon as the leaves had started to turn red.

The heavy, warm air suffocates me. As I miss the clear Nordic wind wedging in my nose. As I miss snow.

I miss to ski and fall over every other second because I am so terribly bad at skiing. I miss the fireplace. Old furniture. My dog. Mom and dad. My friends. Although I don’t let myself miss them or anyone else. I miss home. All these things. I miss them, and I love it here. What a strange combination.

Bondi and broken washing machines

How beautiful is Bondi Beach, hey ? It is really amazing, and the water there is just so extremely salty. It is really a cool beach.

But why do I never remember to wear sunglasses? To be a day on the East-coast of Australia, it was actually quite cold and clouded. But my eyes were still burning. The temperature was low enough to make the walk in the sand tolerable but it felt like it was possible to get som tan out of it all anyways. At least I got a pretty, red, lobster-skin – color. Better than look as white as snow, I guess. My parents have sent me photos from back home where they are skiing. So I am not really allowed to complain either.

Half of my clothes is placed in a huge pile outside of our washing-room. Our washing machine broke down almost two weeks ago, and it is finally good again. Thankfully. I was about to run out of clothes. Is is not crazy how you suddenly have so much to think about once you have moved out from your parents? I mean… washing machines?

To have anything to write about at all on this blog in the future, I just have to keep you updated in what I do in School and church. Since that is where I spend all of my time basically, haha.

So we had Heart and Soul night at church yesterday. That is a yearly happening where our senior pastor tells about the local vision at church. It was really inspiring and encouraging. I am going to serve in the youth ministry, and I am serving for the first time later this week. So I am really excited to get startet. Right now I am going to take another cup of tea, so I will update you guys again soon. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day!

The most beautiful view I have ever seen

Hello dear reader, I hope your day has been great so far!

My second cup of tea this afternoon is carefully balancing on the couch next to my left tight. It is burning through my pants and into my sunburnt skin. I have probably used half of my bottle with Aloe-Vera, and it is starting to help. But my skin is still sore.

Let me just tell you one thing; Climate change is real! That is something you really realize when you move to Australia. The sun here is so intense! The UV-index is extremely high. My sunscreen with factor 50 did not help my body against this monster of a sun.

Anyways, another day of college is done!

We have finally started with our classes for reals. The teaching is so good, the people are so nice, and It is so good to be in a routine again. Everything feels less overwhelming now. Even though I felt home here really fast, I am feeling even more at home now.

This Saturday I went with Krista, another girl from our intake, to the beach. We walked a very famous route along the beaches called

“The Coogee/Bondi walk.”

It was an hour or so with the most beautiful walk I have ever had. The view was stunning. The sea was even bluer than you can see on these pictures! It all ended on famous Bondi Beach (which I will show you more pictures from later)

But hey, let me take you with me… back to my view on this amazing trip.

I hope you enjoy it!  ❤

I can see The Opera house from here

Hello there! Finally. The moment you have waited for… the number one tourist, bucketlist pictures from the opera-house have finally arrived to this blog! 🙂

So. We parked Keshas` car somewhere close to the city, and jumped on a train for the rest of the way into the Opera-house. I needed to see it. After all I have spent a few weeks in Sydney now, and it was about time to be a tourist here as well .

It was crowded. Hot, but not hotter than usual. I am just amazed by this city. It is so big, so different and so beautiful.

I had do pinch myself in my arm a couple of times. Am I really here?

Suddenly I was standing next to one of the tourist-attractions I have seen so many pictures of, dreamed of, and placed on my bucket list. Here I am. In Australia. In Sydney, and suddenly next to The Operahouse and The Harbour bridge. It is as pretty as you could imagine. Prettier. The sea is even more blue than my pictures can show you.

I would really love to go on a show there soon. It is probably amazing, but the tickets are not exactly cheap so I`ll wait a little bit.

The botanic garden is also really nice. It is so cool with all the plants and flowers. A couple of strange birds flew by, and I asked Kesha what that was. She looked suprised at me, so amazed that I had never seen one of those before.

I`ll let the pictures speak for themselves. Have a wonderful day, dear reader ❤