The American Girl in Edvardsens

Norwegian speaking, Football, Fifa, beer, pizza, loud music, snus, action movies, military, inappropriate comments, more beer, sleeping in, cigars, politics, a lot more football, Flight of the Concords, construction, 5 minute haircuts and no toilet paper.  Otherwise knows as, the boys...

English speaking, nail painting, cooking, occasional tears, early mornings, pink towels, teaching, scented candles, Skype calls, Project Runway, baking, makeup, 50 Shades of Grey, shopping, blow dryers and hair straighteners, country music, Me...

Mix these and you get 4 cousins, one douchbag jar, confusing looks, explanations and lots and lots of funny pictures and stories...

Here are just a few glimpses into life at Edvardsens...

We started the douchbag jar after watching "New Girl".  When I first moved in, there were quite a few comments or gestures I considered over the top "boy".  Ok, just gross and I don't feel like repeating them.  So, in order to keep these comments to a minimum, we implemented the jar.  If you do or say something above and beyond...douchbag jar.  Recently, it's become more of a "healthy behavior jar" after we implemented some additional rules.

1. "Douchy" comments and gestures: 5KR
2. Smoking (no, I'm not smoking..this is the boys): 10KR/cigarette
3. Eating Ben and Jerrys (If you know me, you know this is mine): 20KR
4. Frozen pizza (for one cousin in particular): 5KR
5. Working out less than 2 times per week: 5KR
6. Getting kicked out of/not let into a bar: 50KR

It's only empty because we just withdrew 700KR from the first two months!!

Honesty: I was hanging out with my cousin the other day, trying out our new phones and all the fancy apps.  He took a picture of me standing (awkwardly and i'm sure there was a breeze in the room) and said "Hey look! From the angle your standing with that shirt, you look pregnant. Awesome!"  Not really what I was going for, but thanks??  Just one of the many highlights of living with a group of boy cousins:)  They always tell when what your wearing really does make you look fat.

I cannot believe I am posting this...never wearing that shirt again!!

Laughter: I walked into the living room one afternoon just as one cousin was coming home from shopping.  What for?  An outfit for his Octoberfest party that night.  Obviously, he had to try it on.  Yet another highlight of living with the boys, free entertainment!!!

Boredom?? What is a girl to do on a rainy day, when she is not employed and trying to save money while also staying entertained??  Well, makeovers sound like a good idea.  Yes, my cousin let me do this to him.  

Some homemade hair mask

A terrible haircut because apparently, I cannot cut hair.  What a good sport (It got buzzed off about an hour later)

New hobbies: Walk into the main living room on a rainy Sunday evening and you will see something a little like the picture below.  Fifa on the big screen, a not so important football game on a computer, and another laptop for the computer game.  What am I doing while all of this is going on?? Well, I do watch the game, but while I am also blogging, facebooking, lesson planning, practicing norwegian (rarely, I admit) or painting my nails...

I grew up with 4 girls and one boy (my dad) and always had girl roommates so this is quite a difference.  It's me and the boys living in a 3 apartment unit.  For the first time in my life, the boys outnumber me.  I've never had brothers but my cousins are as close as it gets.  Hopefully, they aren't sick of me waking them up to go running, making them play their football games on their computer so we can watch the new episode of The Voice or asking for thoughts on my outfits:)  If they are, they're out of luck because I'm not going anywhere anytime soon.

Stages

Over the last 8 years, I've left "home" and moved abroad a number of times.  Once to move on board a ship which sailed around the world (Semester at Sea, everyone should do this if they can), the second time to teach English in Bangkok,Thailand, the third time for an internship in Sarajevo, Bosnia and most recently, to Bergen, Norway.  After leaving and returning so many times, I have learned that there are stages an average person experiences when moving to a new country. Never anticipated, some good, and some bad.

Stage 1: Best place on earth!!!

There has always been a feeling of euphoria when arriving in a new country.  Everything is new, fun, exciting and perfect.  The food is great, the people are interesting and there is always something fun to see.

Stage 2: SHOCK!

There is one moment.  It always occurs when you are not expecting it and shocks the hell out of you, reminding you that you are somewhere new, experiencing something totally unknown to you.  On Semester at Sea, it was when our ship was rocked by a 60 foot wave and we were stuck in life vests, ready to experience a real life Titanic.  In Thailand, I enjoyed a meal for 3 nights in a row and it wasn't until the 3rd night that I learned I was eating a stir fry consisting of intestines, stomach, liver, and clotted blood.  Yep. I was in Thailand.  In Bosnia, I visited a war museum and noticed pictures of my work place and neighborhood on display...destroyed by mortars and gun shots.  During this trip, it was my receipt from my normal trip to the grocery store.  Check this out and if you live in the US, you may be shocked too!

Olive Oil: $7
Flatbread: $4
Nectarines: $5
Chicken: $20
Eggs: $9
Milk: $3
Cheese: $8
Ham: $5
Veggies: $10
Total: About $90!!

This is what $90 in groceries looks like

Stage 3: Is that you??

I might be in a country on the opposite side of the earth from my friends and family.  But I swear that a few times a week, I see a close friend walking down the street, sitting on the bus or driving in a car next to me.  It is shocking how many doppelgängers are out there!!

Stage 4: Cravings

You can get just about anything, anywhere.  Subways, 7/11, McDonalds and Starbucks are worldwide...just about.  Grocery stores are stocked with the regular items for the most part.  Dove soap and crest toothpaste are seen almost everywhere and believe it or not, oreos too. But, no matter what or where you live and which store you shop at, there are always things you crave.  And I don't limit this list to food...

What I'm currently craving:
Iced coffee
Happy hours
Flat running trails
Ground turkey
Spicy food
Pedicures
Yogurt Guru!
DVR

Stage 5: In the US, we...

There is a stage at which a person begins nearly all sentences with "In the US, we....".  In the US, we have drive thru banks.  In the US, we have liquor stores open past 5, In the US, we eat out almost every night for dinner.  In the US, people do this and that etc, etc, etc...

I think this is a normal part of the adjustment process.  Comparing new things to the things you are used to.  Your "norm". What I've learned to be important is understanding that just because it's your "norm", doesn't mean it's better.  I think this is where a lot of people go wrong.

Stage 6: Homesick

It would be abnormal not to get homesick.  Family, friends, food, habits are all normal comforts of what you are used to.  What I have learned in this phase is that you must embrace it, be homesick and maybe even cry.  But then get over it.  It will be there when you go back to visit.  You can Skype.  People can send packages.  You will survive.

Stage 7: Not homesick

After the initial homesick phase, things start to settle.  You realize that you can live without those old comforts.  You find new comforts.  You find a way to communicate with those who are far, far away and you learn how to love where you are, not thinking about how it compares and what you are missing from that other place you come from.

Stage 8: Home

When the new place starts to feel like the old place, that's when you know.  I start explaining to my friends from afar that "In Norway, we only really need online banking" and "In Norway, the vinmonopolet is open until 5", "In Norway, we eat dinner at home together every night".  

I think there are people who move abroad and never feel like they're at home.  That makes me sad because this is truly the best part of being in a new place.  Knowing the unknown, embracing a new culture as a part of your own, loving what you never knew you would love.