My (Dark) December

Don't worry, the (not so) clever pun in the title doesn't have anything to with my mood, rather the darkness of the season. December is here, and has been for a while now, which I just find truly amazing. 130 days ago (pretty close estimate), I was standing at the Oslo Airport, suitcases in hand, ready to for the second time plunge head first into a foreign culture and, once again, forsake my family and friends (at least for some time) in doing so. And on Wednesday the first leg of the journey which will eventually bring me home again begins, although not with as much enthusiasm on my part as perhaps should be expected. I left people, shall we say, people that are important to me, back in Oslo on what could only be described as a weird footing, and now I'm going back to face the remains of my evasion.

Life's full of difficult choices, and sadly enough this is a fact about it not everyone understands. This year I was again faced with the choice between my future career and a shot at finding out what I was made of, what my place in the world should or could be, and spending another three years back in Oslo with my family and friends. I made the choice, and I still have left to see if it was the right one. What I've gained I know, that being a chance to get the profession I want and exploring a new culture, but the inventory of what I've lost these past 6 months still remains to be written. Some people reacted with less than understanding to my choice, perhaps reflecting more their self interest than what's best for me, and I was surprised at the low level of selflessness I encountered in the people who were closest to me. A journey out of your natural circumstances and environment certainly puts your relationships to the test, but the good ones are supposed to be able to withstand such trials. Think of absences like these like a filter, if that's the right metaphor, through which only the purer and stronger relationships can get through. It is entirely possible that I'll return to Norway with a full filter and absolutely nothing on the other side, and that is a possibility I have to face. I'll have to accept that, and eventually move on to my future life, leaving behind the people that weren't real enough to hold on.

It's scary, though. At one point I might have to realize that I have absolutely nothing, absolutely nothing to show for nearly 20 years of life, nothing but a dream of a future and my own, shattered self to build from. Dreams are all good, but they won't support you when that's what you need the most. That's why I truly hope what will meet me on that airport in Norway, or wherever while I'm there, will be those true friends that I idealize will be there. And family, don't forget family, I love them and hope the feeling's still mutual despite my many faults. I hope.

"I just poured my heart out
there's bits of it on the floor
And I take what's left of it and rinse it under cold water."

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posted by CK @ 00:16