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IX Ha det Bra, Norge

QDN - IX Ha det bra, Norge

Today was the last day I’ve spent in Volda. I woke up so early in the morning again at 6:30. I think I got fond to it. The reason of this time was that I had to pass the cleaning inspection. Anyway, I would not been able to sleep any longer. I did not feel nervous, but there was something inside me that made me feel restless. I tried to have everything under control before my departure. In the afternoon, all my friend came over me to say to me goodbye. It was hard to leave this place where I grew up as a person and where I met so many people from all over the world. I said goodbye to them, knowing that greeting them at person again would be difficult.

Afterwards, a friend of mine drove me to the airport and one of my best friends came with us. It was hard, very hard to separate myself from them but I felt in peace. I couldn’t be happier and grateful for this time there. My plane took off in time, at 21:10. I looked out my plane window. I saw from above the lake. That was my favorite place in Volda. I got used to coming there to run, to escape from reality, to make up my mind and I learnt there to love life. Porse building was on its place motionless. I keep so many memories from there, among these walls where I used to live. It looks tine from the sky like Volda. A small place with a huge soul.

My trip back home was longer than I expected. I had to stay two nights in a hotel in Oslo. I stayed there alone and I felt an inner peace so difficult to explain. It was time to recall every single moment I lived in this country. Now, I’m at Oslo Airport Gardermoen. I am aware now that I’m about to leave Norway. I follow the same routine that I do every morning: I read different newspapers online while I drink a cup of coffee. Today, I was kind of homesick and I even searched for Afterposten newspaper. I have a very poor Norwegian and I regret not having studied this language seriously during this year, but I feel reassured because I can get the main idea of the texts sometimes. The boarding gate is open. I have to get in the plane. We are barely 10 people on board. This farewell was meant to be strange until the end.

25 deegres were waiting for me in my home town. I’ve just arrived safe and sound. I recognize this streets and I feel surprised to understand every single signal on the street. I didn’t miss Spanish so much, but you feel powerful at some point. My family was waiting for me at my door house. They are healthy and I feel like nothing else matters right now. Time passed by, but nothing changed. Everything continues in order. I’m not the same person, I would say. I feel better after this time in Norway and I feel blessed to have met that amazing country. I feel recovered, I’m waiting for the next adventure from now.

Ha det bra, Norge

Carla Escribano Pérez