it is almost noon

When I get home to Portland I am probably going to sleep for ages. Today is my last day. I thought that I would wake up and feel almost happy about this...actually I am rather sad. The past two months have been so powerful, I cannot put a specific word on it. When I took off on the first of September, I sat across the plane and a few rows back from my travel partner. I sat there on the phone until the very last moment balling to my dad. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I wasn't frightened of the first 20 days, just the next 40. Alone. There was a lot of fear in my viens that morning. When I saw Courtney that first morning in PDX I knew this was no mistake. I knew there was no turning back. I also knew that if I couldn't go on I could always come home early. It wasn't asthough I was taking off for some remote area with a population of cows and 3 people. It wasn't asthough the food was going to be green with mold. Or that no one was going to speak English. I don't know why but I was rather intimidated by the concept of traveling alone. I guess that was a little silly of me. When I planed the trip, well bought my tickets, it hadn't really dawned on me that I was going to be alone. But, I have survived. Well, so far. I still have a long journey home. I am leaving my magical bed and wonderful family this evening around 10.20 and heading on a night train to Oslo. Then flying back to Frankfurt and spending the night in the airport. Cetching my flight the next morning to Dallas and then PDX! I should get home in the early evening on the 29th, well see how that goes. When I said I would ''sleep for ages'' in the first paragraph I was refering to the fact that getting home is going to last from the 27th to the 29. I guess for most of the world that is pretty typical though.
I don't have much longer in Norway. It is now past noon and all I have done today is pack my bag for the final time, had a good breakfast, and picked out the clean clothes I am going to be wearing for the next few days. Incase I look different, they are the same ones I was wearing the morning of the first of September. Maybe this time I will appear slightly more confident in them, less teary. But, maybe not. I think it is now sweater time and possibly a visit to the oil museum.

I think that this will be my final post before I return to Portland. Then I will put a few pictures up... Courtney has already put some on facebook so, you can always look at my pictures there if you cannot wait. Most of them are just me looking at pornographic images at the sex museum. But... So yes, thank you for reading my blog.

To be continued.

Love,
Claire