I don't live here anymore

I'm at "home" in Bergen. I like to say "an era is coming to an end". I'm in Bergen for perhaps the last time before I move for good. But an era is not really coming to an end. Bergen has not really been an era, not even from my micro-perspective eyes. I have lived here for seven months, but only really been here for two. Life is unstable. Last week I couldn't even find a hotel to stay in, and lived at Earl Intender's place for a week. Good service. No complaints (probably the best hotel in town, including a cheese table at Frognerparken — beats breakfast at Edderkoppen). But it's going to be nice to move to Oslo and have a place to stay.

Weekend perks:

1. My camera has arrived! Sadly not here, but it has arrived.
2. I have a place to live in Oslo!
3. I'm going to Italy tomorrow.