Living a dream

As many of you have probably learnt from my facebook posts, I have relocated from Estonia to Norway to fulfill my high school dream - to experience living in Norway and learning the language.

It was definitely not an easy decision to go, to leave my boyfriend behind but it'd been my dream for many years and I just couldn't give up on this dream.

I came to Norway to work as an au-pair for the same man as I did two summers ago. I had a blast that summer.

We spent 10 days in amusement parks in Denmark

Bergen, Legoland, Denmark

Got a car with a debit card, so I spent some days travelling up to the north.

I even got to island Runde to see the puffins! (which I have always wanted to do)

I had enough time to stroll around in Bergen

I also got a week off to have enough time to travel across the country with David, French I met on the Internet.

All in all, I spent about a month (out of two) working as a slave of the kid, the other month was dedicated to fun...

So what was the reality of coming to the same family two years after?

The kid grew up and moved with his mother to the island next to our island. The day after I came, his father had to go up to Trondheim and I was left with the kid alone for two nights. My Norwegian and his English was sufficient for both of us to survive. I had to drive him to school the next day but I got lost. Fortunately, he slept the first hour, so he had no idea how much lost we were :) When he woke up, he panicked and wasn't helpful at all. At the end, I managed to get him to school, surprisingly on time. That was because I didn't realize that my phone was still set to Estonian time.

The beginning was a bit hectic and, in fact, my whole stay has been so far. I've been working for the Estonian company (my job is more or less Internet based) and also looking after the kid from Thu-Sun or Fri-Sat.

We've been to two holidays so far, one in Gol and second in Windsor. I would  have never believed it's possible to spend the whole holiday inside the hotel (because the kid wanted to be in the swimming pool all day long). But the Gol holiday was so much better than the other one in Windsor. I couldn't wait going back to Norway. Since then I knew I cannot stay with this family any more. There was/is just too much drama...

Legoland, Windsor, England

I should move in with a new family in January, it's a widowed American with two boys, which is great because we won't have any problems with understanding each other and there won't be any crazy ex-wife, former KGB agent.

But the reason why I moved to Norway wasn't that I wanted to dedicate my days to taking after kids, I wanted to learn the language.

I started Norwegian language course twice a week in September. The courses have been a disappointment so far...it's a great topic for my next post and I'm also too tired now and the kid requires my attention...