Surprisingly so, I secretly didn’t want to go to Norway for one year. It would have been totally against my/our sought-out plans. It might have indeed complicated matters and have led to a development of novel situations and exceedingly unnerving feelings. I’m not going there. And it is good to know and get my mind off things, except for those pointing me to BXL.
It’s settled. Life works when it points out the road in an old fashioned way and pokes you in the shoulder to get your attention. To me it says: “you’re on for a great adventure to BXL, the city you wanted in the first place. So, you’d better find a way to get there fast, as there’s nothing else to stop you now”.
Yes, life can be direct and can give me long speeches too.
