Strange days

I had the strangest day on Tuesday. It was the day I was leaving Kenya to go back to Norway. But it didn't really feel like it. I got up really early to head over to Kasarani and the WSF. I finally got the chance to meet a great woman, Prof Wangari Maathai, and also got my book signed. It was one of those moments that you know you will remember for a long time. Three women Nobel Peace Laureates at the same stage in Nairobi. Unforgettable.

But the strange part was when I got home later. I ate lunch with Christina's family, and then I stood on the steps saying, and later waving, goodbye to them as they left to go to India. I was left... in their house. Very strange. But Tash entertained me for the remainder of my stay. I didn't leave until midnight, so there was no reason to get stressed. Which was also strange. Normally the day you are to travel would be spent getting ready, packing, and well, actually doing the travelling. But I just went about as normal. Except that after dinner, I went to the airport and jumped on a flight to Brussels.

So, I arrived in Bodø last evening. The weather is terrible; cold, wet snow and cold, cold wind. And, as always, coming home is also strange. And I never know why. I mean, I wanted to go home, I was ready for a little bit more stability and normality, but it does appear to be just a little bit... well, boring. Not the people, it's great to meet up with all my friends, but I think that during my 7 weeks away I grew used to that new things happened to me. Meeting new people, tasting new food, seeing new places, learning new words (ero kamano!), and not knowing much, but being allowed not to. Now, this of course didn't happen all the time, but from time to time. And the frequency of new things in Bodø is not as high as it was in Kenya. So I just have to adjust to the new old rhythm of life.

But first, chapatties and skuma for lunch:) I have to hold on to some of the "old".