Once I have a chance to breathe, I plan on sharing my Norway adventures. Becca and I had a fantastic time together, and the entire time there, I had a bizarre but pleasant sense of familiarity. My brain knew I was in a different country, but so many times I caught myself thinking of it as home. I will now include three pictures for illustrative purpose. More to follow.
Aaker House, where I lived with Becca and 5 others during our senior year at St. Olaf. Typical homey, cozy Minnesota.
New York, being typical New York: exciting and unendingly busy
Where Becca and I stayed in Leikanger, on Sognefjord. Now does it make sense that Norway felt more like home than New York?
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