Across the Pond

It's still somewhat surreal to me that I am going away next year as a foreign exchange student. I'm leaving Norway, my friends, my family, my way of living and all else I call my life. I am going to the country that grants an opportunity to become wealthy for those who wants to pursue it, if one has a fighting spirit and an amount of luck. It's the country where bigger is better, and you can't escape to see either a fast food joint or a liquor store at every corner - most likely both. I think America is a fantastic country!

Hopefully, USA will be all that I wish for - and more. Of course I have hopes and pictures in my head on the perfect family, the perfect school, town, friends, perhaps graduation, senior prom and all that Jazz. It won't be as I picture it anyway, though, so I'm trying my best to not picture anything - that way it'll all just be different, perhaps different in a good way, or in a bad way, but maybe just in a different way. And I like different - or so I like to believe. I guess after a few weeks (or days) I'll have those nights where the way back home just seems impossibly long, and tears just won't stop. I'll miss my family, my friends, relatives, my old life, my school, my habits - everything. Then comes the time when being away from home seems okay - comfortable even, and that'll be a good time.

Song of the day: Sunday Best by Augustana.

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