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From Sunshine to Snow.

Finally landed. After a looong journey (including a 2 hour queue to get through security and passport control at São Paulo airport due to a strike) I arrived home on Thursday to snow. Not a white-coated scenery, but big flakes of snow falling from the sky. Obviously I was a wee bit cold in my vest-top and cardigan. It was strange to get home, but lovely to see family again, including my sister-in-law's bump which is soon to be a niece or nephew.

Saying goodbye at Fortaleza airport was tearfilled, and to my great amazement I had a whole delegation seeing me off. Boys and staff from the farm and city centre, as well as other friends were there bright and early to see me off, and allow me to give them one last hug. It was very sad, and felt very final.

Then I arrived home. On Friday I flew up to Bergen for a lovely celebration of my cousin's 30th Birthday. Then I flew back home on Saturday, and had a 2.5 hour delay of my flight coming back. Quite ironic, after a 28 hour journey will hardly any delays, and then when I have a 30 minute flight to catch, this happens. So I bought myself a cup of luke-warm Early Grey tea (why is it that the hot water you get a coffee-shops is never really hot?), some pick and mix sweets, and the latest Liza Marklund crime-novel, and sat myself comfortably in one of the chairs to wait. No point getting stressed or frustrated...these things happen. And to be honest, I'd rather wait than sit on a plane where one part of it isn't working the way it should.

Sunday I did nothing. Read, watched TV, did a bit of unpacking, and chilled. It was pouring down with rain the whole day so going outside was out of the question, especially as I didn't seem to manage to keep warm being inside.

Today, which is Monday, it's not raining. But I still feel quite dazed. Dazed by the time difference (haven't quite managed to adjust to 5 hours later than Fortaleza) and dazed by what the future holds. It is strange. Strange to think that I am not "going back" in a set amount of time. Strange to not have anything to work and walk towards. But hey, it's still early days and as my brother put it, I need to chill for a bit.

So that is me in a nutshell. Now I must get going unpacking. Lots of things to get into place.

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