I sit here in my living room and wait. Somehow this is how I feel - in a kind of a limbo. The photograph taken by Nera, my lovely daughter, a year ago from the train stands for the beauty of the place where I'm going. These are the last months of my life that I spend in the country where I was born. I admit I fought this idea of moving to Norway - after living and studying there and realizing that my new relationship was going to take me there, but eventually I grew to like the idea.
Now it is like I am no longer here, and not yet there. The sunny autumn days pass by, my mind is not here, I already live another life which hasn't started yet. I visualise the rooms where I am going to spend the days, the sea I'll be looking at, go on walks in my mind to places I haven't been to yet.
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