Northbound, just not the way I planned

I had to keep a secret for a month, and I could barely hold it in. Good thing I did, because it didn't work out and I almost told everyone: We're moving to Sweden!

But then, we didn't.

Ooops!

Plot twist: We're moving to Norway instead.

Last minute job offer. Tree planting.

Fingers crossed.

Even if it won't work out, it's only for three months. I spent longer time in Hell. My skin is thick and vulcanized. And I spit fire.

Anyway,

I just came to tell.

Probably I will spend most of my time with figuring out the use of this new tree planting tool. The rest of the time I'd be either half-dead from exhaustion (Only 3 months to make money? You bet I'm gonna push like a mad woman.), or hiking in the wilderness, taking photos so even I can be jealous of me later.

That's to say, I probably won't be posting much and probably will miss out on a lot of wonderful stories and poems by you. (Try not to.)

But I'm not abandoning this place. I'm just gonna be in and out like the tidal waves, but more unpredictable.

Or maybe I'm totally wrong and I will slay and plant more than the minimum expected number of trees in four hours, then write about mountains and reindeer.

Only time can tell.

I guess I'll see it next week.

Now I'm off to pack my bags. 🙂

I wish you kind readers, lots of top stories and challenge wins! ❤️

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P.S. If you ever lived or stayed longer in Norway I'm happy to take any advice on practical things.

We're going to live and work in rural area, not doing touristy things for now.