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2016 was awesome. I moved home from Oslo with a heavy heart (ofcourse). Moving away from somebody you shared so much memories and emotions with after six month is not easy. Moving away from a place where you basically started your adult life was not easy. Breaking the pattern of a daily basis life one more time is not easy. That is probably what I will tell my future kids. Stepping out of your comfort zone is the most hard thing ever.
I packed my bag and went backpacking for three months with my soulsister through unknown countries and met strangers who made a great impact on me. I drank beer with surfers in Bali, lived in an apartment with an irish guy in Bangkok, smoked pot on a bar on a mountain in Koh Tao, danced til' dawn every night and last but not least gained so many experiences during the way. What meant the most after all (except the fact that I shared three months of my life with probably one of the most important persons in my life, Felicia), was that I met my boyfriend on a dirty dancefloor in Kuta, Bali, kissing eachother until we couldn't bare more and woke up together.
The love-story ended with me moving in with him in a neighbourhood in Copenhagen. And after 5 months I still feel like I'm head over heels in love with this boy. Now we wake up next to eachother every morning and fall asleep together every night.
We gathered our friends and invited everybody to a hotel with the best rooftop terrasse and had the most amazing new years eve. Drank so much champagne and wine that we were drunk for a week after and laughed so much our lungs hurt for a month.
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Now I spend my days walking to and home from work, exercising and going to cool places and drinking beer with my bestie Naomi. Lots of love x
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