Treasure


As I enjoyed my tea and scones today, it struck me again how much I like my china set. First off I think it is real pretty, but the fact that my dad picked it out and bought it all by himself in a country, Japan, on the other side of the world – is what makes it a treasure in my eyes. The Noritake China, pattern 5802 Arlene, can be replaced for 400 USD, so the monetary value isn’t great, even though it was only produced between 1957 and 1966. Which means that I can use it more than I do, as I have been afraid of breaking it. Now that I know that this is not a rare pattern, and it can be easily replaced, it will not be devastating to break it.

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I am so glad we got to visit Egypt before the trouble there started! Although they do not advise against travelling to the tourist-sites in Egypt, I would opt it out. Thus, I am happy I already crossed it out of my bucket list. Been there, got the pics to prove it!

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We went there in Des 2009, when the Karate Kid was 8 years old. I am considering writing a series of blogposts from Egypt, but right now I’ll only share pictures of some big friggin’ things:

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From this position we had good oversight of the Pyramides

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Connect


I want to use this picture as an illustration of the word “Connect”. The picture is of an old salvaged wreck of a Viking ship (you can see them at the Viking Ship Museum in Roskilde, Denmark).

This ship represents a connection in a historic sense; it connects us today with people that lived a thousand years before us.

It also represents a connection in a practical and sociable sense; it connects shores, countries, continents… and people.

Isn’t that a rather nice thought?

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Bliss


When prompted to showcase a picture that captures my idea of bliss, there is just too much to choose from. I’m a happy-go-lucky kind of person, I find bliss and humor in most things. I landed on the following picture of Sir Hoof Hearted, our family happy-dog and furtain in chief, giving Chairwoman Miao, her Royal Clawness, a morning bath and cleansing of catty ears.

Of course, the blissful nature of such situations are not planned for, and I can promise that getting up to get the good camera to snap the picture would have ruined the moment. I was lucky to have my mobile phone within reach, and quickly snapped a few pics.

So here you have it: My idea of Bliss

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Sir Hoof Hearted giving Chairwoman Miao her morning bath


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Where the Streets Have No Name


Nope, this is not about the U2 song at all. Sorry to disappoint you, but now that you are here anyways… I am absolutely certain that U2 could write a fantastic tune about Longyearbyen! How could they not? It is so song-worthy! See for yourself:

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This is the end – or beginning – of Street 100 in Longyearbyen

 

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See that row of lights on the tundra? That is a row of snowmobiles coming back to town on the tundra, parallel to Street 400

 

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And this is Old Mamasan getting ready to go for a short trip on the ol’ Yamaha, starting from Street 232.

 

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Tundra road?

Do you find it strange that the Streets have numbers instead of names? I do too, really. But it makes it darn easy to navigate once you see the pattern in it. Just like Manhattan! (Did I really just compare Longyearbyen to Manhattan? LOL!)

Do I look daring on a snowmobile with a rifle over my shoulder? Just a regular part of living in the northernmost town in the world.

I know, I know, there has been many rants from me over Svalbard lately, and I guess I’m not done… Seeing as most people who have spent some time on the island do rant, I think it’s safe to say that once you have been bitten by the “Polar Bug” – you’ll never recover. Ever. There is just something so sincere and authentic about living in the Arctic.

And I really do think that U2 should write a song about Longyearbyen!

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Home


63942813As an Expat I have given some thought about what «home» is. Sure, we can look up the dry explanation in a dictionary. Or we can define it ourselves, yea, let’s do that – should be way more fun.

You see, my family and I are Expats in Denmark. We rent a house in a small town north of Copenhagen. The market in Denmark is so slow that investing in real estate here is a complete no-go for us. And even though we absolutely hate the house we rent, we have recently extended the lease period.

Why would we do that?

Pure laziness would be a huge part of the reason why we decided to continue to rent this house. We just can’t be bothered to move – because that is a lot of work and boring.

go-big-or-go-home-memeThe proximity to The Karate Kid’s school was also a huge factor in deciding to prolong the lease.

And… The house itself is not why it is home. It’s more about making it home. So we moved in our furniture, our clothes, our stuff. Granted a whole lot of our stuff is still in storage, because this house is way smaller than the beautiful and rather large house we had in Norway. But we have unpacked enough stuff to make this Danish house feel homely.

Although there are things that are connected to certain memories, nostalgia and all that, they are still just things. And without a cat galloping across the floor and jumping up in the sofa just to piss off the dog, and a teenager aggrivating his mom by playing too loud music, all the things are meaningless. Because the memories are still there, even without the things.

home-is-where-your-heart-isIt’s not the house and things that make the memories. We make the memories. Yes, we have had many nice family meals around the dinner table. Without the family, the table would just be a table. And when that table is traded out for something new and not worn out, we will still have the memory of those nice family dinners. The table doesn’t matter. It’s unimportant.

What is important? Family. Friends. Pets. Those are my true valuables. That is what makes the home. Not the house, not all the stuff.

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Home is where the dog hairs sticks to everything but the dog

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Home is where the cat learns to read

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Home is where there is a Tiger on the roof

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Home is this bright looking fella

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Home is where you return to after showing this young man the world