No more hotel

No more hotel for now. No more automatically clean towels and breakfast buffés, no more restaurants-every-day, no more living at St. Olav's Square, no more vouchers...

On the other hand, no more living in a suitcase and needing stuff you have on the other side of the country, no more tiny fridge filled with overprices tiny bottles, no more hotel beds, and hotel dudes turning on the wrong lights, and no more checking out Friday morning and taking a suitcase to work.

I have moved to Oslo. And I still haven't been grocery shopping. I have nothing to eat except a half-dry bread and some stolen bananas. And I still don't have my stuff, it's still in Bergen, and I'm picking it up this weekend. So this week I've missed my hotel, even though it's nice feeling that my life is returning to normalcy -- figuring out the commute to work for instance. It's not so bad. I have nice redundancy on my way to work. I can take the subway, and choose another line that takes a shortcut and catches up with my preferred line if I'm 2 minutes late, and I can take a bus that goes really close to my house, and I can even bike if I feel brave and gutsy enough.

Oslo is nice.