Life in 8 boxes. A beautiful number (my favourite number in fact), but the joy surrounding this fact rapidly dissipates when you have to carry 8 x 30 kilo boxes up 5 flights of stairs.
I moved to Oslo on Thursday 28th July to join my husband Ulli. Ulli started a new job here in May. Ulli is half Norwegian, and although he grew up in Spain he is no stranger to the country, having returned for many summers and studied here for a total of 5 years.
I am an East London girl, born of Nigerian parents. Although I always felt I would live abroad, (hence studies in languages and anthropology), I never would have chosen Oslo. It just didn’t feature on my radar. But then love happened!
Anyway, back to the boxes. We shipped our belongings here with unibaggage.com. Ulli is sure that he selected the door to door service, however, apparently, according to DHL, who actually transported the boxes, or DSL as the Norwegian truck was labelled, that doesn’t mean to your door, perhaps just any door near to where you sleep? I’ll write a review about the whole Unibaggage experience soon.
So here I am carrying these boxes up 5 flights of stairs like a pack donkey. I’m currently doing the 21 day fix and this was just as good a work out I’d say. It took me 25 minutes, which I’m quite impressed about, and after climbing my concrete mountain, I sat down and had 4 First Price chocolate chip cookies.
So here starts my Norwegian adventure.
I wanted to share this moment with you to set the tone for this project and introduce myself: I love a good moan, (in the English sense, I’d say, a surface moan, just spoken out to grumble a little and pass the time). I’m here in Oslo. I’m ready to sweat a lot to make us a home. I’m happy to share all the delights that we make and challenges we face. I hope that this blog helps anyone else trying to build a life in Oslo. I hope that these writings will help us better reflect on our journey together.