Our house: Siggerudbråten 7 – “before”

Hi everyone! Now that you’re all caught up on me and Bendik’s lives, I wanted to write about the thing that currently occupies 99% of our mental energy (the other 1% is taken up by opinions about Beat Bobby Flay episode outcomes): our house in Norway!

Last summer, I was browsing house listings in Norway (just for fun, I told myself) and found one that piqued my interest – it was a renovation project in Bendik’s dad’s neighborhood, in the “village” of Siggerud (which is what I guess you could call it? it’s not a town, but more than a neighborhood), a 20-minute drive from Oslo. Bendik grew up in this neighborhood, which is in the forest (Østmarka to be specific), situated right on a lake (Bråtatjern). It’s quiet, feels isolated (but is so close to the city for when you get bored), and is full of happy, friendly neighbors. All the other houses I’d looked at before were either in weird locations, or were super expensive and still needed work. This house seemed perfect for us! It looked old and rundown, but because Bendik and I are obsessed with home reno shows, I wasn’t daunted.

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(The house, from its original listing! I thought it was super cute and cabin-y, and a good shape to work with.)

I casually dropped a link to the house listing in our family group chat (and just said something like “huh! interesting!”) – and from there, we went from 0 to 60 REAL QUICK.

Bendik’s parents checked out the house and thought it had great potential – plus, it got sunlight all day! We suddenly started having some very Real Conversations about whether we might actually want to go forward with bidding on the house – could me and Bendik afford the mortgage? How much would we have to spend renovating it? Are we ready to move to Norway in the first place??? But we all felt confident that this was a good buy and a good move, so we put in a bid! A few days later, we found ourselves in a dreaded bidding war, which is not something I would wish for anyone to endure. Even though I told myself I wouldn’t be sad if we didn’t get it, I had already started Pinteresting ideas for the living room, the bathroom, the kitchen… so I was ready to be massively disappointed. But one afternoon, as I was on BART going to the office and Bendik was in NYC presenting to a client, our parents gave us minute-by-minute updates on the bids, suddenly dropping off for a few minutes before I got this message:

we got the house!

And just like that, we owned a house! Is it insane to buy a house without ever setting foot in it? Yes. We are wild. BUT, we figured that it was a 100% renovation either way, so ultimately what we were paying for was the property and the foundation, so everything was going to be changed either way.

We had to wait almost 5 months before we got to step foot into the house! It was agonizing looking at the same 15 pictures from the listing over and over again, trying to piece them all together to understand what it really looked and felt like. But the night we arrived in Norway, Bendik’s parents took us to the house, where they had built a fire in the fireplace, and we got to see the beautiful view from the living room window for the first time.

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(It was sooooo koselig sitting in front of the fire for the first time! This fireplace will go, though!)

Over the next few days, we returned to the house to take photos, come up with ideas on how to use the space, as well as meet with architects and contractors who bid on the project. We wanted to get started as soon as possible!

I filmed a tour of the house in its “before” state (warning: it’s 10 minutes long and my voice is extremely annoying, but Bendik is a super entertaining Vanna White):

The house was built in the mid-60s, and has basically remained untouched since. I kind of like the retro, stuck-in-time feel – you can tell it was someone’s home, and was extremely customized to their somewhat eclectic tastes.

Some highlights of the house as it currently stands:

my favorite room

(My favorite room in the house, the cloud room! It sadly will be completely torn down. But we’re going to cut out a chunk of the AMAZING wallpaper and frame it! It will probably hang in my office because Bendik hates it so much.)

living room

(The current living room, complete with a pea-green ceiling which all of my friends have begged me to keep… which I absolutely will not. It’s kitsch, but not something I can live with forever! Literally everything in this room is gonna go, from the admittedly awesome wood paneling to the worn-out hardwood floors and the weird robot-looking fireplace.)

my future office

(My future office, current murder dungeon.)

master bedroom

(The previous owners LOVED statement wallpaper! This is where the “master” bedroom will go, minus the faux-brick wallpaper – not pictured is the one wall with carpet-like wallpaper. Choices.)

We had a great time meeting with all the contractors and architects! Each person we talked to had great ideas on what to do with the house, but we ultimately went with Ana, who really impressed us with her creativity and understanding of what we wanted out of the house. She “got” us and our “vision” (or lack thereof) – she had a good idea of an effective way to rearrange the spaces and additions we could make.

Here are some initial drawings of the house, which are very much subject to change.

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This is the top floor!

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The bottom floor! (The “Mountain Room” is quite literally a room with the mountain in it. It’s part of the foundation of the house, and basically all it can be used for is housing for spiders and maybe storing a few bottles of wine.) The offices will also be smaller guestrooms, probably with futons (but comfy ones, I promise!). Actually, the thing I’m most excited about for the house is my office! I have a very specific vision for it… but am open to whatever for literally every other aspect of the house.

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This is ideally what the house would look like with a wraparound deck and carport!!! (Bendik LOVES the show Mega Decks so is fantasizing about having his very own mini-mega-deck.)

You can check out my Pinterest board for our “house vibes” – it’s basically 100 versions of the same concept, including a velvet couch, which Bendik says no to :( But it will give you an idea of what look I’m aiming for.

For now, we’re still working on finalizing the design of the house before submitting it to the county (Ski kommune) for approval. Where we live is actually a protected area (kind of like a national forest?) so we’re somewhat limited in what we’re allowed to do with the house. We want to add a couple of windows, which requires approval. The deck seems like a longshot to me, so I’m not getting my hopes up. We’re not sure how long the submission/approval process could take, but we’re really hoping to get started on work before we move out to Norway. We’ll live with Bendik’s parents while it’s being renovated, so I don’t want us to overstay our welcome too much :)

I’ll plan on posting more about our desired ~lewk~ for the house, plus any updates on the building process! It’ll be super fun to look back on these posts someday and be shocked at how much the house has changed! I’m gonna miss how “interesting” it looked, but will be very grateful for my subway tile and farmhouse sink. AND DISHWASHER. Oh my god all I want in this world is a dishwasher. Soon!!

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(Our house is in the center of the photo, above the orange roof! We have a fantastic view of the neighborhood and surrounding forest.)

For now, I’ll continue to Pinterest and dream about having a double vanity. Hopefully by this time next year, we’re living in our li’l dream home! :)

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The story so far – part 2

Hi everyone! I’m back with part 2 of me and Bendik’s origin story. It was great to hear from some of you that the story of how we met was cute! I usually have to give people the ultra-condensed 15-second version of the story (“I went to Norway on vacation, he worked for my company, we hung out and now we’re married”) so it was actually kind of nice getting to reminisce about the details!

Part 2 is going to cover a lot of ground – picking up from when Bendik went back home to Norway until today! Luckily I’ve got way more pictures of this time period so they should make the post slightly more palatable. Here we go!


Saying goodbye to Bendik after his first trip to America in November 2014 was really difficult, because we knew we really liked each other but had no idea what came next. In our situation, we couldn’t exactly date casually and see how things evolved. The 10 hours he was in the air going home were spent agonizing over whether or not I’d made a good enough impression to convince him that the 9-hour time difference and spending thousands of dollars on airfare was worth it for a very new, untested relationship. I tend to be all-in on decisions (more on that later) and I had already made my mind up – I wanted to go for it.

The next month was spent IMing and FaceTiming during all waking hours. I would stay up until until 3 or 4am to talk after he had started his day. We talked about our opinions on everything, our plans for the day (well, his plans – he was always busy and I was… watching a lot of Law and Order SVU), life in each other’s cities and the details of mundane day-to-day living. But we didn’t talk about what “we” were, as much as I was dying to. Women are told to not be “pushy” or clingy, so I was afraid that if I asked him what he thought about “us,” it would all fall apart. But eventually, I had the courage to ask when a good time for me to visit him would be, and we settled on Easter 2015.

Now that we had a Next Step, I let myself get more invested and hopeful. He told me about our plans – hanging out with his friends, meeting his family (!!!) and… attending a 4-day metal music festival. I’m not a super fan of Norwegian black metal, so wasn’t entirely sold on the plan, but was just grateful to spend time with him.

When I landed in Oslo, he greeted me at the arrivals gate and I gave him the world’s most awkward hug and kiss that only made contact with maybe 1/3rd of his lips. We were so unsure of how to interact with each other! I’m pretty sure I didn’t look him in the eyes on the whole train ride to the city, and couldn’t think of anything to say, even though I was boiling over with emotions. We got to his apartment and I showered and asked if we could nap, because I was running on 24 hours of no sleep. When we went to lay down, I realized there was no way I could sleep – I had way too much on my mind. I told him I wanted to say something and asked that he not freak out, but if I didn’t get it out of my system, I’d be so disappointed with myself the entire trip. He very nervously agreed, and at this point, I think I blacked out and went into autopilot and asked “do you… like… want……. tobemyboyfriend???” He smiled and said yes, and I let out a huge sigh of relief… and then 3 seconds later blurted out “also I think I’m falling in love with you soooooo hopefully that’s cool???” He was quiet for a second, or long enough for me to regret completely blowing it, and then he said “I think I am too.” That moment was one of the happiest in my life. I could finally relax and not feel like I was hiding a huge secret anymore.

We had an amazing week together. We went to his mom Lisbeth’s house to paint Easter eggs, and she immediately made me feel comfortable – she had the best laugh and reminded me so much of my own mom! I also got to meet Cathrine, a close family friend (and Bendik’s sister’s best friend). I was SO nervous to meet everyone and make a good impression, but they made me feel so welcome. Another sigh of relief!

(Our Easter eggs!)

I also got to spend time with his dad Nils and stepmom Eli during a trip to the family cabin in Kragerø. It was my first real taste of the koselig life – we stayed warm around the fire, had a shellfish feast, and I even went out in the boat with his dad!

(Out on the water in Kragerø, nervously trying to convince his dad I was worthy of dating his son.)

And the metal festival ended up being so much fun! I very much appreciated the no-moshing rule. I spent probably $100 on “cheap” beer every night that I drank in the back of the venue while Bendik was headbanging.

After my trip, we immediately started planning our next meetups. I ended up going back out in July (when we went back to the cabin and I got too drunk on Fisher’s Storm and yelled about how great Bruce Springsteen is while blacked out – I’m the queen of acting a fool in inappropriate situations!), and Bendik came to America in August, where he was my date to Lisa and Sergio’s wedding, where many of my friends met Bendik for the first time. He was a HIT! Sergio’s mom loved him, which was a very important stamp of approval.

(Looking cute at the wedding! When I originally posted this in 2015 I got many confused IMs asking if we had eloped!)

We went back and forth between America and Norway throughout 2015 and 2016. Nils and Eli came to America for Easter, to travel around California and meet my family. For some reason, I decided that I was the only person who could drive the rental car that week, so subjected everyone to my… interesting driving skills). We had a fantastic time in SF, Monterey, Paso Robles and Joshua Tree. Meeting my family went super well – my grandpa definitely made some fans!

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(Braving the winds to see the Cabazon dinosaurs on our 10+-hour drive home from Joshua Tree!)

I spent a summer in Oslo staying in an Airbnb I rented in Grünerløkka, where Bendik and I got to “live together” and play house for the first time, making dinner and drinking Negronis every night. It was so much fun, and was the first time I really thought about what life would be life if I lived in Norway. Since it was summer and light all day, I felt pretty convinced Norway would be a nice place to settle down.

(Celebrating my first May 17th in Oslo!)

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(Drinking fancy wine over dinner in our apartment on Københavngata in Rodeløkka)

Bendik and I flew back to America together, and he’d spend the next month with me in SF. We had no idea this trip would be so life-changing. Early into the trip, my company’s CEO heard Bendik was in town, and cryptically asked him to put together a sample presentation that he would give the US management team. Bendik didn’t have any nice clothes to wear, but went for it and put together a sample deck to show them. He obviously nailed the presentation, and our CEO offered him a job in the US office, to start as soon as possible. This was a huge breakthrough for us – we could finally just be together in the same place at the same time! We felt so relieved that the future was starting to become more solid and predictable.

Staying true to my habit of going ALL-IN on life decisions, we started casually talking about how nice it would be to get engaged someday, now that we knew we could live together. So obviously a day later we “casually” looked at engagement rings, just to “feel out” what was “out there.” And so, a week later, while getting ready for dinner at Foreign Cinema, Bendik asked me to come into our closet to look at something and proposed to me. He had no residence permit, no contract with the US office, and no plane ticket to San Francisco, but that didn’t matter – we loved each other so much and couldn’t picture being with anyone else, so why not go for it? We had an amazing dinner that night and even ordered the expensive sparkling wine, and spent the rest of the night talking about how much life ruled and how much we loved each other. It was so wholesome!

(YAY!!!!)

Unfortunately, Bendik had to go home for a few months while his work visa was processing and to prepare to move to America. I don’t think I’ve ever cried harder in my life than when I said goodbye at Oakland airport, even though I knew he’d be back soon. The next four months were filled with stressful paperwork, long distance wedding planning, and late-night FaceTime calls where Bendik made me show my ring every time, just to prove I hadn’t lost it, as I was likely to do.

Finally, December 2016 came and Bendik flew to America with his mom, stepdad and sister. We spent an amazing Christmas together, where we all wore matching pajamas!

From then, Bendik and I really started our little life together. We spent a lot of time planning our wedding, making our favorite meals together and navigating life in a tiny mosquito-infested studio on Turk street. We loved walking on Divisadero, getting coffee at Mojo and buying trinkets for the apartment at Rare Device. We created routines, ate at our favorite restaurants, hung out with all our friends. Bendik settled into his new job, we went on vacations (including one to Belize, where we spent a lot of time getting sunburnt and drinking expensive watery beer at Ramon’s resort) and bought a lot of coffee mugs.

And then suddenly, it was time to get married! The whole Norwegian family flew out for the ceremony in Paso Robles, where it was approximately 10,000 degrees. We spent an amazing week with our entire families together, swimming in the pool, barbecuing, and talking in grandpa’s living room. The ceremony was beautiful and it was amazing to see how many people cared about us – many friends came from across the world to see us!

After the most relaxing vacation I’ve ever taken in my life, our honeymoon in Hawaii, we REALLY settled into domestic life. We didn’t make as many individual decisions anymore – whatever we did, we did together. I like to think our relationship didn’t really change much after getting married, but everything suddenly felt more significant, and I felt more Grown Up. We moved into a new apartment in the Inner Richmond (after I “casually” browsed apartments on Craigslist for 1 day), a ONE-BEDROOM! with THREE walk-in closets!!! Across the street from Golden Gate Park! And a block away from Safeway! We were truly living the dream!

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(Our somewhat messy new apartment on Fulton and 6th – not pictured: all 13 doors and multiple walk-in closets, plus our massive bedroom or miniscule kitchen.)

I’m extremely future-focused and have a hard time staying present – I’m always planning my next escapade (if you’re my friend, you’ve probably experienced me trying to plan our hang-outs 2 months in advance). Bendik and I started talking about What Came Next. I was getting tired of life in the City, which was dirty, smelly, sometimes dangerous and insanely expensive – it was all really wearing me down and making my depression and anxiety worse. And, after my BFFs Kyra and Sara had kids, I suddenly wasn’t afraid to start a family (they made it look so easy, which I’m sure they’ll lol about once they read this). We also wanted a house, after sharing walls with neighbors for our entire adult lives. The more we talked about it, we realized that the life we wanted wasn’t really attainable (or affordable) in San Francisco. We had to make an extremely Real decision – do we stay in the US, or take the plunge and go all-in on moving to Norway?

It wasn’t an easy decision to make. I would be far away from my family and friends, have to learn a new language, somehow have an income, and find a place to live. But one day, I again decided to just go for it. I filled out all of the immigration paperwork, but didn’t hit submit. We had no timeline, no idea where we’d live, and no idea how we’d make money once we moved. We were in no rush, so my paperwork remained saved as a draft, just waiting to be paid for before being processed.

But suddenly, we found ourselves buying a house – I had always been “casually” looking on Finn.no (again, just to “feel out” what was “out there”) – and found a listing for a house in Nils and Eli’s neighborhood. Houses in this neighborhood never come on the market unless people that live in them die (or so Bendik says), so this was a rare opportunity. It was my dream to live near family so that our kids could be near grandparents, and this was the neighborhood Bendik grew up in, and was full of amazing, supportive folks that loved us. The house would need to be completely renovated, but that didn’t daunt us – in true Us fashion, we went for it, and one afternoon, became homeowners. (Okay, there were maybe a few more steps in the process, but this post is becoming way too long).

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(Our house in Siggerud!)

Once we had the house, we submitted my immigration paperwork, anticipating it to take up to 6 months to work its way through the system (which is what UDI told us to expect). A week later, I got my approval!

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(I woke up to some extremely good news on September 17th!!! But it got approved so quickly, my last date of entry was a month earlier than we’d planned on moving. THANKS, efficient Norwegian government!!!)

We told our company we were planning on moving, and very nervously waited to hear whether or not we could keep our jobs and work from abroad (as quite a few of our coworkers do). They finally told us they were willing to keep us on, which was a HUGE relief – I wouldn’t need to find a new job upon arrival. Our managers were incredibly supportive of our crazy idea to pick up and move to Norway, which I’m so thankful for!

And that brings us to today – we’re getting ready for our move by working with an architect on the house’s design (my Pinterest board for our house’s vibes is here), starting to decide what comes with us in our 11 suitcases to Norway and what gets left behind, and trying to hang out with as many friends as possible. I’m also taking Norwegian language classes at The Scandinavian School in SF, with a lovely teacher and great classmates! My pronunciation leaves something to be desired, but it’s been a lot of fun learning something new (even though Bendik usually can’t understand anything I’m trying to say).

I’m extremely nervous about all the change that I’m about to face (I don’t handle ambiguity that well), but am extremely optimistic about the positive changes living in Norway will bring. I’ll write more about what I’m hoping to get out of moving there, but for now, I’m looking forward to living in the forest in a house that’s all ours, near family that loves and truly supports us in every way (we’re a 5-minute walk to Bendik’s dad and stepmom, and just a 15-minute drive to Bendik’s mom, stepdad and little sister!). Even on tough days, thinking about the excitement that lies ahead keeps me going.


That ended up being extremely long, but I didn’t want to do a part 3 – but now, you’re all caught up! Coming up: posts about the house, things I love about Norway (and things that I’m not necessarily a fan of?) and more updates on the move. If you have any ideas/request for posts, leave them in the comments!

Hope this post was somewhat enjoyable! It’s kind of more for me to go back and read when I’m having a sad day, but also gives friends and family a little insight into our adventures. Thanks for reading :)

The story so far – part 1

Hello, friends! In my comeback post, I mentioned I’d write a little bit about how I found myself moving to Norway. This may be a long post so buckle up!

I’ll start with what brought me to Norway in the first place – my love of Scandinavia! I was lucky enough to study in Århus, Denmark in 2009, where I made a ton of amazing memories with wonderful people in a very cozy place. When I first found out the program I was going to participate in was in Denmark, I’m pretty sure I’d never met a Dane, ever heard the language, or knew anything at all about the country. I was worried my study abroad experience would not be as glamorous as my friends’ who were in the south of France or Spain. But when I got there, I immediately loved the culture of coziness and having fun times with your friends in a peaceful place – something about Scandinavian culture just resonated with me. So I traveled back to Denmark and went to Sweden a few years later and felt all those same cozy feelings. I belonged here! These were my people! So when, in 2014, Norwegian Airlines started offering dirt-cheap fares to Oslo in Norway, I figured I’d add another Scandinavian country to my passport! I didn’t really know anyone there, and had no idea what to do for 10 days by myself, but I figured it would be beautiful and hyggelig enough that I’d enjoy myself.

My company has an office in Oslo, so my lovely friend and coworker Kathy reached out to them on my behalf to see if I could drop in and say hello. The CEO there said of course I could, and asked a CCed guy named Bendik if he could make sure I was taken care of. Bendik said it would be no problem, and to stop in anytime! So I arrived in Norway, enjoyed my first $35 cheeseburger and a $12 pint of crappy beer, spent a day walking around the city, acquainting myself with adorable Oslo. The next day, I went to the office and very nervously rang the doorbell at Inkognitogate 37. Everyone excitedly greeted me! They were all so cute and bubbly! And well-dressed! I felt so sweaty and underdressed, in a tank top and jeans. But they were sooooo nice – especially Bendik, who had an infectious laugh and immediately made me feel welcome and comfortable. We all talked for what seemed like hours over coffee on the balcony overlooking the street, and when it was time to go back to work, Bendik said it would be fun if I wanted to join him and some friends for dinner and drinks that night. I said sure, and we exchanged phone numbers. I then headed back to my hotel and immediately passed out – jet lag was literally killing my soul and I considered not going out when Bendik texted me where to meet up. It took literally ALL of my emotional energy to say “see you there!” and actually shower and get ready – but I knew this was my best chance to meet some fun, friendly Norwegians!

We all met up at, funnily enough, an American diner, and I ate my second $35 cheeseburger of the trip while trying to pry my eyelids open. Bendik was so good at involving me in the conversation! He could probably tell I’m a little socially awkward and it’s in his nature to make sure everyone in a room feels comfortable. We headed to a bar, where he bought me a beer, which didn’t seem like a huge deal to me at the time, but in retrospect it was like $16 for an 8oz glass, so I like to think that he had already fallen in love with me at that point.

(Bendik and Ann Cathrin at Crowbar, one of the first places we ever hung out!)

The first day I met Bendik ended around 4am, after a long night of talking and laughing and comparing life in SF to Oslo. We decided to hang out the next day, and said goodnight. I had a hard time sleeping, even though I was running on fumes – everyone was just so nice, I felt so comfortable, and Bendik was so… cute!!!!! I immediately had a crush, and couldn’t wait to hang out with him again the next day.

We ended up hanging out every day I was in Oslo, going to different bars, an all-day music festival, out to dinner. And when I left for a few days for Bergen, I texted him pictures of snowy mountains and beautiful farm fields from my train window seat, and tried to think of any excuse I could find to just.. keep talking to him. I’ve gone back and read our first texts to each other and they’re so insanely wholesome and bursting with energy – we obviously liked each other but didn’t want to say it. So instead, I sent him pictures of sheep on my mountain hikes in Flåm, commented on how expensive beer was, and told him how quaint Bergen was. I couldn’t wait to get back to Oslo to see him.

I finally returned from my trip across the country, and we immediately made plans to meet up again. We went out drinking my last night in Norway, and I had so many mixed emotions – it was so fun being with him and his amazing friends, but I knew I was just going to go home alone, thousands of miles away. We stayed out again until 4am, and he walked me to my budget hotel. We stood outside the entrance for probably a half an hour, unable to find a good way to end the conversation. A drunk guy walked past us and shouted KISS HER, MAN! which made us even more nervous!!! We ultimately parted ways without a kiss – but decided to make plans to meet up in the morning for coffee before I left for the airport. I think I slept for like, an hour, the night before our first coffee date.

We met up around noon at Tim Wendelboe, which I had discovered was the BEST COFFEE EVER!, and talked about nothing in particular for an hour. But then it was time for me to leave, and all we could say was how fun hanging out had been, and hopefully he would maybe visit America on vacation someday! Or if I ever went back to Denmark, maybe I could make a pit stop in Oslo. Walking away was so really difficult – I hadn’t gotten a kiss! Did he even like me?! Or is he just super friendly?!? Had I misread this entire situation!!? I let those panicky thoughts invade my mind for the entire 18-hour journey home.

The first thing I did when I landed in Oakland was turn off airplane mode and message him that I had made it home. And from there, we talked every single day, from the moment each other woke up, to the moment we fell asleep. I would stay up until 4am just to message with him about nothing in particular. He was so funny and sweet, but I couldn’t tell if he actually liked me, or if this is how all Norwegians are and I’m just a dumb emotional American. But after a month of constant back and forth, he told me he was wondering if he could maybe come out to SF to visit me! I was so excited – could we be a thing? Could we make something work? Would he be willing to fly across the world to hang out with dumb ol’ me? He booked his tickets for November, and we excitedly talked about all the things we could do together in America. I offered to let him stay with me, but he decided to get a hotel – one of the grossest and cheapest in town. Again, I was like – does he not like me?! Why would he fly to America if he doesn’t like me?!

Time passed, and we were getting excited for his visit. And then, one early morning, I woke up to a message from him saying he had lost his sister. There had been a car accident, and she didn’t survive. Her daughter, his niece, was okay, but his entire world had come unraveled in that moment. I wished I could have been there to hold him and comfort him, but all I could do was message him that I cared about him and was there to talk. The next few weeks were so hard for him and his family – picking up all the pieces left behind, having to come to terms with this new reality. Bendik tried to be brave, but was hurting so badly. I checked in everyday to see how that day had gone – not to probe his feelings and make him sad, but as a way to let him process. This was an important, tragic and life-changing event for him, and all I wanted in the world was to be there to comfort him.

I assumed his trip to America was canceled, but didn’t want to ask as I thought it would make him sad to think about it. Bendik was in a bad place already, and I wasn’t sure a trip to America at that time was going to be doable emotionally. But a couple of weeks before the flight, he told me he wanted to come – and that it might cheer him up. I was so happy to hear that he was feeling up for it, and assured him we would only do whatever he was feeling up for.

I remember how nervous I was waiting for him to land in Oakland – my friend and coworker Elizabeth and I parked nearby the airport and listened to the radio while I waited for a text from him to say he was out front. Would he still like me when he saw me? Would he be comfortable with me? But when we pulled up to him at the curb, we had the best hug of all time. I squeezed him tight, hoping it would let him know I would take care of him this trip, and he didn’t need to worry about anything.

(Bendik’s first meal in America was obviously In n Out!)

We spent an amazing week together – eating burritos (his first!), wine tasting in Yountville, walking around the city and just relaxing at home. It took us a day to realize we obviously liked each other, but when we did, it was the best feeling in the whole world. I felt like a 13-year-old when I held his hand and cuddled on the couch with him. I hadn’t felt that giddy in a long time. I knew I wanted this to work. He came to my family’s Thanksgiving – and survived the gauntlet! My grandpa hugged him and whispered in his ear “look out for this one – she’s trouble.” Thanks, grandpa!

(A picture from a walk we took to Crissy Field, and one of my favorite pictures of us together!)

Saying goodbye was bittersweet – we had an amazing time together, and I think he was able to relax and feel some small scrap of happiness after the trauma of his sister’s passing. We didn’t know when we’d see each other again – but I was happy to get a kiss goodbye this time.

WOW! That was a wall of text! I promise the rest of my entries won’t be like this. But this is part 1 of the journey to now, and it’ll be much more brief in part 2 :) Hope you enjoyed learning how we met and eventually got together! Part 2 will cover my first time meeting his family in Norway, our long distance dating life, and him moving to America (spoiler alert). Just had to stretch the ol’ writing muscles! Bye!

Reviving the blog!

Hi everyone! Hope you’ve all been well in the last 11 years since I last updated this blog. A lot has happened since then! I graduated college, moved to many different apartments in SF, traveled a lot, got an awesome job and most notably, met a Norwegian dude that I was able to trick into marrying me! That’s actually why I’m updating the blog after all this time – we are constantly going on adventures, and our next biggest one will be our move to Norway in April 2019! Not such a big move for him, but for me, a pretty radical change of scenery. We bought a house in his childhood neighborhood, and will be renovating it from its current sorry state (but also kinda retro and fun!) into something cute and livable.

A bunch of people have suggested that I start a blog about my move to Norway and life there once I arrive. I’m not great at blogging consistently (as you can tell from my 11-year absence), but I thought I’d give it a try! Maybe it’ll only be interesting to my mom, but maybe another American that’s making the move might find it someday and think it’s helpful.

I’m planning on writing a few “backgrounder” posts that quickly summarize my journey to this point, a few months before we fly out to our new home – maybe that’ll be helpful for anyone who doesn’t know me well already.

Here’s hoping I turn this blog into something entertaining! Even if no one reads it, it’ll be nice to look back a few years later to see what was on my mind while I started life in beautiful, socialist, cold, cozy Norway.

Stay tuned (famous last words)! Snakkes snart!

Pretty much.

So! I’ve wanted to start a “real” blog forever. True story- While attempting to sign up for WordPress I was really annoyed at the fact someone had already registered as “tabitha.” Turns out it was me. Apparently, I signed up here about 1 1/2 years ago. So many entries wasted on all those weirdos on LiveJournal! So many notes posted on Facebook that no one ever reads! Anyway, I have no idea what should go in this first post. So for now, you’ll just have to watch this video. Actually, it’s a pretty accurate representation of me- enjoy.

-Tabitha