Living in Oslo


Waking up with the sun rising over the fjords

Waking up at the Scandic with the sun rising over the fjords

Been here so many times. Lived here part-time… flying in on Monday evening and back home on Thursday evening. In my third week the walls of my hotel room started to move in on me… this needed to change.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Frogner House at Skovveien

Frogner House at Skovveien

I started my search for a serviced apartment in a nice neighborhood. So I did and each time before summer break I ended the lease on the previous one and moved into a new one after my return from holiday. This was better… no suitcases to pack, check in, drag and unpack each week… only my laptop bag and purse… I had left a set of clothes and toiletries in the apartment and only once per season brought in the new season ones and moved the old season out. OK… i still needed to do the laundry and the dishes… but that was a small price to pay…

 

 

 

My apartment in Underhaugsveien

My apartment in Underhaugsveien

My first one was closer to Bislet stadium. Nice enough but I needed two buses to get to work. My next one was in the Inkognitogate, extremely close to the National Theater station entrance for the Flytoget, Indian take away, great sushi places, grocery store, bus stop, and walking distance to Aker Brygge and Tjuvholmen… where my favorite restaurant Bolgen & Moi is….  loved it.

 

Our house at the fjords

By this time other expats also thought about having apartments.  We (actually Britt did…) found a villa of a surgeon for rent for a year… he would be going to the USA for a year…. the house was O M G…. and in total cheaper than apartments and hotels combined (luckily… otherwise it would not have been ethical). O did I say it was at the fjords? Had a swimming pool? Miele coffee-machine? Damn this was a find. Unfortunately I only stayed a few weeks there (long enough to test all facilities of course)… I was getting really ill by that time and only could return to pack my stuff and say goodbye a few months later.

 

 

 

View from the hotel... formally my last visit

View from the hotel… formally my last visit

It now has been 1 year exactly I said goodbye. It has been quite a year… surgery… complications… thinking I was cured… worked for 3,5 months… and back to square one… therapy 1 not working… therapy 2 started… I was invited for a reunion last week. It was really nice to meet everyone again. Now I can finally close off a real nice professional period.

 

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