Photographic memories of the last couple of years in Norway.

Hanging out with Christian, painting t-shirts and building snow caves will be missed greatly. It actually already is.

Testing the lighting before a photoshoot with the Ghestapo Bitches for the paper Grus. Turned out to be my first cover shoot. (Taken by Daniel Andersson)

Georgeous Marianne a couple of winters ago. We decided to photoshoot one afternoon we randomly ran into each other in the street (like you do pretty much every day downtown Tromsø). It got vet cold, but we got some good shots out of it.

Åsne listening to music during a bbboooring class.

Stine and I doing nothing for a whole day. It was very nice.

Erik being his badass self.

Eir and I being Velma Kelly and Roxie Heart. (Taken by Lars Mustasj)

Malin and I thinking that maybe, if we sit here long enough thinking about it, fish will jump out of the water and we won't even need a rod to catch them. (Taken by Stine Andreassen)

Tone's winter look.

Band practice with the hard core boys.

Christina in one of our first productions together.

One of Sara and my first gigs as djs. (Taken by Daniel Andersson)

Stuff I'll miss. 

"Who will be working when" - list from my wonderful job at Verdensteateret.

Fantastic "trying to drive burglars out of area" note by the river in Oslo.

My pretty lamp. It was actively trying to catch a fire, so I had to throw it away.

My dad and I at Hella (a good place for fishing up here) a couple years back...

One month to go....

In just a little over one month I'll be heading off to live in my favorite city in the world, Paris. Anxiety hasn't kicked in just yet, but I'm sure that when I start packing and have to choose between my materialistic goods I'll have a hard time relaxing. Also the moving away from home kind of frightens me as I have a fHantastic relationship with my parents. But as my aunt said: "If you don't go now, you'll end up staying forever". So I am. Going. And the excitement is grabbing hold of me so hard I almost feel nauseous.