Location: Melbourne, Australia | Local time: 2:32 am
A city I have been to three times, and for each time I've been here, I've extended the duration of my stays. Although Oslo is home, Melbourne feels just as much as a home to me because I've grown so fond to this city. I've got to know a handful of people that treats me like their own, I've made friends for a lifetime, and I've met someone who cares for me more than anyone else.
But sometimes it gets a little bittersweet. I absolutely love it here, but I do get homesick. I'm here by myself after all.
Even though I'm only a phone call away from speaking to my parents, I always have to keep in mind that Oslo is ten hours behind in time. That makes our days completely opposite, and thus I can't make a phone call home whenever I want to.
And because of the distance, I can't just take a weekend trip home to visit my family. It takes a lot of planning, and not somewhere I can just stay for a few days. If I'm already travelling that far, it has to be at least a month.
I'm happy to be heading back to Oslo soon. Happy to see my family again.
But you know what the crazy thing is? When I'm finally back in Oslo after being away for so long, I know that I will get homesick again. This time over Melbourne.
Can't ever get out of this circle, can I?