Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Home used to just mean one place...

Y'know? I kept getting confused on the flights back to London. I couldn't remember where I was headed, so sometimes I'd wake up and think "Gosh, I can't wait to see Mum and Dad again", when in fact I was headed in completely the opposite direction (Also, yes, I did actually say Gosh. Try it, it's fun.)

And Kristinn pointed out that usually when you see a plane in the air, you go "man, I wish I was going somewhere on a plane". Well, I usually do, anyway. But I don't think he was really looking forward to leaving, and I didn't really want to, either.

London doesn't really have much to offer in the way of homely appeal. It's kinda grey and busy and cold. The only thing London had going for it was Ross - good thing he didn't come with me, or I would never have left.

Then I think about Iceland... While we were there at Christmas I was so happy to have an amazing place to go. Sauðárkrókur is welcoming, and beautiful, and full of my welcoming beautiful family.

I guess some people don't crave homely appeal as much as I seem to. You know, lots of people seem to seek challenge and adventure. I am not that kind of person - I think I honestly prefer it when things are easy... 'Oh no, Olga!' you say, 'Remember how awesome you feel when you overcome some hardship and succeed against all odds!'

To that I say 'But remember how awesome it feels when you get to sleep in, then go out for coffee with a friend, then play with a dog, then take a nice photo of you and your sister, then go and see some girls play acoustic guitar and sing beautiful harmonies.' Unchallenging things can be pretty rad, too.

I don't mean to be complainy - my life is pretty unchallenging at the moment, and I'm sure even if it was, I could and would deal with it to the best of my ability.



Driven to the airport, yeah...

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Busy, busy, busy.

So much stuff going on...

It was absolutely awesome to see all the family, we even met some new (and super cute) relatives.
I think this post will be made up of all Bridget-taken photos. She is amazing at photography and editing and being rad.

Anna and I - after I tackled her for making weird faces in pictures... She showed no remorse, and will probably continue to do so.



Me and K



All of Olga Amma's grandkids - this was the 'having difficulty posing' part...



Luckily, there's some better photos of the cuties... This is Ava and Erin.



And Rubee... Such awesome little kids!



Dad and Jon Erik and Trygg.



It's times like this that I realise how great family is in general, and how lovely mine is in particular. Lots of love to you all x

Sunday, March 8, 2009

...

So there has been some stuff going on, you either know it or you don't need to. Cool? Cool.

Work has been okay lately, just the same old thing day after day. There are far worse things than monotony though, so I can't complain. I've been helping out in the kitchen a bit, but I still have to do my normal work - not really a winning situation. I nearly called Ross to come in and help out the other day. We were totally flat out busy, and one of the chefs was away again, so they basically needed another pair of hands (preferably belonging to someone who's not an idiot). Ross meets both of those standards, so I figured he should just come in and help out. Sensible, yes? No. Apparently everyone who works there needs to be approved by a dude in head office, so Ross will need to meet with the chef sometime this week and be approved, then he'd be able to come in when they need him... Sounds good though, I wouldn't mind my workplace being more Ross-filled.

Wow, how many times did I write Ross in that paragraph? It felt like lots, but I don't think any of them are unnecessary or removable.

What else? I will be coming back to Perth soon for about a week and a half. It'll be great to see everyone again, but I am filled with nameless anxieties, so I'm sort of not thinking about it at all. I've realised that there are some things I've been worrying about that are completely beyond my control, so I'm trying to cut back.

Ross is going to cut my hair again today, it has gotten pretty mullet-y lately. I was hoping no one noticed, but Joe and Ross both mentioned it out of the blue. Oops. Oh well, never mind. Maybe people have noticed my mullet but mistakenly thought it was a fashion mullet, and therefore a socially acceptable one... Maybe not.

Argh, I don't feel like I have much to say right now, so I will go and come back later with some interestingness...