Oslo + Olivia

I feel really far from Nora in year 8, 12 years old. Sometimes I can’t even remember what it was like to be younger. This is definitely a trait that makes me incredibly ill-equipped to work with children. Seriously, I have very little sympathy or understanding for “drittunger”- bratty children.

Oliva Crisp went to the international school when I was 12, and we were quite close because we bonded over this one guy. It was really sad to see her leave for New Zealand and Australia, a world away from Oslo. When she visited in February it was like getting a blast from the past. That sounds really lame, but how else can I describe it? I was reminded about my past, about the year I moved back from California to Oslo. Seeing her again was so much fun, and it also made me reflect over how much we’ve all grown and changed. I’m going to university next year!

As a small side note- I’m going to Tufts University!!! Its right outside Boston and is possibly the best place ever. I’m not surprised at all that I didn’t get into Ivys (my SATs and ACTs were quite average), but Tufts was always my most realistic aim. I can’t wait!

To get back on topic, here are the pictures from my day with Olivia. We spent the day walking around Karl Johann, shopping, and ‘cafeing’. Anna, Olivia’s best friend since forever, also came to eat dinner with us at the Thai restaurant Yaya’s.Img_20140217@16_59 I love this picture of Olivia because I think it perfectly encapsulates the mood and feeling of the day!

Img_20140218@03_39On the cold february day I wore my beloved wool coat, burgundy scarf, and Stella bag. This is my #1 go-to outfit! Img_20140217@17_12Img_20140218@03_40  Img_20140218@04_59-3Hehe I bought these new gloves. Aren’t they the cutest? Img_20140218@04_59-2I could not get enough of them! Img_20140218@04_58-2 Img_20140218@04_54 Img_20140218@04_54-4 Img_20140218@04_54-3 Img_20140218@03_38Img_20140217@16_59-2Img_20140218@03_38-3Wearing my favorite Acne sweater. Best buy of my life.Img_20140218@03_38-2Img_20140218@08_26-3Img_20140218@08_29-3Common, they are just the cutest! Look at those smug looks :DImg_20140218@08_29-2Img_20140218@08_28And a delicious cocktail finishes the day perfectly!Img_20140218@08_261890533_10203311295094209_1283002548_oAfter staying at my house for the night, Olivia flew out the next day. (Anna just came back from riding, don’t mock the sweater!)1620574_10203199775786296_6229378_nAnd finally, as Olivia wrote on Instagram: “How many tries does it take to get an appropriate farewell selfie? Too many.”


Do you have any childhood friends that you’ve been meaning to visit or call, but haven’t? When I was in 4th grade I had to memorize a poem to recite in class, and I still remember it to this day. It is called “Around the Corner” by Charles Hanson Towne. It is my motivation to stay in touch with people. Give it a read below!

Around the corner I have a friend, 
In this great city that has no end; 
Yet the days go by, and weeks rush on, 
And before I know it a year is gone, 
And I never see my old friend’s face, 
For Life is a swift and terrible race. 
He knows I like him just as well, 
As in the days when I rang his bell, 
And he rang mine. We were younger then, 
And now we are busy, tired men: 
Tired with playing a foolish game, 
Tired with trying to make a name. 
“To-morrow,” I say, “I will call on Jim 
“Just to show that I’m thinking of him.” 
But to-morrow comes — and to-morrow goes, 
And distance between us grows and grows. 

Around the corner — yet miles away,… 
“Here’s a telegram sir,…” 
                                “Jim died today.” 
And that’s what we get, and deserve in the end: 
Around the corner, a vanished friend.

I promise never to let my good friends vanish. Olivia, it was great to see you again!

This post is dedicated to you. :)

x – Nora


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