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Hei! Hello!
Hi! Shouldn't you not be here?

Taken out of context, isn't it strange. Didn't you move?/Shouldn't you be somewhere far away? Seconds later my apologetic rush would kick in and i would start telling how my husband came for work, how we came along to visit family, how it's only for two weeks. Feeling like the object of "What's wrong in this picture" section. 

So, home, where are you?

It's not where it used to be. And it's not quite here yet. But, as we drove back up Sukkertoppen from the airport, Juss said "our Svalbard" and invited our local friend D over to visit us in "our Svalbard". It was funny, sweet and somewhat surprising. He picked it up from all the invitations we have made to familymembers and friends. And he must have felt homesick too. 

I realize that i write in questions. That's how i start. There are topics i'm not sure about, not sure what to think of them, wanting to lean to all directions before finding the balance somewhere in between, or on a side, who knows. It unfolds best in a conversation, like a dance, like improvisation with a partner who catches the impuls and follows it further to return something new and see where it goes from there. 

I miss questions. In a world of statements, where a question easily becomes critisism or a sign of ignorance. I question myself.

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August '14 @karula

Some photos from August. Recently the camera is something that is just weight in my bag, since i hardly get the chance to take it out.

We've been out there for five weeks before coming back for two weeks for Martins job. He's working and me and the boys hang out with friends and family. It's been pretty nice, exept that im down with a cold, but i keep up, no matter :)

Now, thinking: five weeks. When we arrived it was amazement, we walked around eyes wide open and a grin. The first week the mountains looked two dimensional, and i felt not really there yet, as if they had forgotten some of my mind in Tromso while getting off and on the same plane. Thats when i learned that having less handluggage (items) is a lot better, when with kids.

The second week i remember walking down the road and calling my friend and being utterly saticfied. Im in the freaking Artic and im having a conversation with someone close - how cool is that.

On the third one Martin was on sea and that was a hard week. As it was my first time with two kids alone, it came too quikcly in an unknown environment. The weather played a role, as going outside was  tricky, because of the storm. And here i do have a elaborate supportsystem of people and places. There it was just the livingroom for most of the time. But it was tough on Martin too, i think. We did our best. Therefore the fourth week we just recovered and then started kindergarten... 

... and as soon as we arrived in Tallinn my body said: dear, we're home, let it all out. Thus soar throat and a blocked nose.

When we go back it'll be the beginning of the dark season. Interesting. How will we manage? But in other aspects we are kind of returning home. It's an interesting flip i didn't think of. I'm with the kids on vacation, as strange as it sounds. 

We're like crazy here with food, eating at least one red onion a day and  greens, reds, yellow in between!

Have a good week! See you around!

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 We went up..

 and came down :)

 "This is too small"

 yum-yum-yum

 The cakes were super delicious

Little firefighter!

uhm, why do photos get so fuzzy here??
Have a good sunday!
Bisous!

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 Have you ever seen a streetlight wave like a birch tree-top in the wind?

Martin was at sea from Monday morning until Sunday afternoon. With no phoneconnection or internet. "No news - good news". It was a rough week. My first time being alone with two. The boys got sick just before the trip and we had some real windstorm in the middle of the week and were therefore trapped indoors for days. Luckly there were good moments, conversations too. Im amazed how good people cook here. Lifesavers.

Last week i got a new habbit. After the boys are asleep i usually wake up, since i must fall asleep in the most uncomfortable position, sneak upstairs and make some good night tea that was amongst the stuff we got from someone who just moved away from here last week. It reminded me of the stuff we left behind and gave away, from cocoa to salt and everything in between. Some of the things were even exactly the same. It really is "what goes around, comes around". So i'd be siting on the couch, dinrking tea, reading something in the internet, because a book would have made me too lonely. And the feeling of being somewhat connected to the world was essential. The wind was scary. Scary as in "this house is going to be blown off this island" and "will the ship be okay?". While the day was just managing emotions and being strong, capable, doing what has to be done, the nights were to be: freaking frightened (:

I can laugh abou it now, since my seaman is home, safe and sound.

 I think if you, in this blog: me, are in a new environment alone you first take it in. Im not sure how to explane it. It's like you are a tape on pause, because different music is playing. Or better, you are the new bassist of a band, first you listen, catch the beat and then later, you open up and improvise, your color comes out. The beginning is a great bit timid. Because there are too many jokes about bassist anyway.

I'm just not that person to walk in a room and dance a solo, while sparkling confetti falls from the ceiling. But i wish i was. 

I do confetti, but it's in my pocket.

:) 

Have a colorful week!

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This guy is awesome. And the stories he tells. You're an awesome dude, Juss!

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 Good morning! 

 Somewhere Sukkertoppen...

 not in the best mood, can happen (:

 cotton-like thing growing and glowing

 That way...

and the other way.

Tonights amazement: a rainbow -something very rare here- in the evening.

there was the whole thing, but my camera just didn't focus when i pointed it towards the sky.

Martin is doing fieldwork and i'm doing the rest ;)

Working towards a sweet Sunday! Can do. 

Bisous!

I'll leave some mood-music here as well 

   

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There was a little debate in my head about the language here, but in the end i decided, that since the two readers of my blog have one in common - english- i'll stick to that. Well, and i did learn a new english word today: gale. 16m/s  wind is near gale apparently. Nice. But the wheater has been good to us really. As we met people who moved here from India in november, i think we are totally being pampered. We have night and day and also similar conditions like at home in some rougher winter/spring-times.

I think about what to write and it always changes in the end. I have this idea for a post and when i actually get to write one: the paper is blank. There is this fear of white paper, a condition of artist and poets. Sometimes i'll be thinking about similar things. How weird. How interesting. How intriguing. Would be the things i'd think then, but nothing more specific, since time seems to be too precious to waste it on... well.. thinking(figuring) something out.

By Lot Madeleine

I like it here. Especially on weekends.

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Last Sunday we didn't really get to the top of Sugartop-mountain Sukkertoppen, but almost. Sometimes I still can't believe, that the view outside isn't a wallpaper. Our gaze is drawn to every white, blue mountain on the horizon. 
Im yet too tired to write, but i'll get around to it. There's just been too much hassle about sending stuff from home, that it's exhausting. Oh, well, just baked some white bread and head to sleep. Good night!

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Hello, World! 
I thought i start with some bad quality photos, just to show some improvement later :)

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It's 23pm and i'm obviously ...cooking jam. Miki is asleep, like Martin and Juss, who instead of the bed, are sleeping in the winter-garden, by accident. Interesting. They wanted to wait/play there until i put Miki to bed, but ended up asleep on the orange couch.

I'm gonna miss this apartment, although it's full of flaws (like last renovation was in the 90es), it has been a great two years and these walls here know it. We love the garden and foremost our neighbours. Living here has made me see how nice it is to have a small community and that they actually work. 

Last friday we had a nice brunch outside the town at our friends place. We stayed until the late afternoon. They have a big garden and a sandbox, that way the kids were entertained and we could just relax. And truth be told: it was flattering and exiting to have someone photograph me and us for a change, since 90% of all our jpg-fails don't include me, because i'm the one taking them and it's either me with the kids or Martin with the kids. Now we have some fails i think i'll even print. Yey.