Current mood:	contemplative
Entry tags:	alaska

To the land of the ice and snow
I'm rather fond of my subconscious. It's not one of those which requires thousands upon thousands of dollars worth of fees to worthless consultants which tell you you need to get into your mother's pants, or take it out on your father, but rather one with a far blunter approach: saying it, pretty much, like it is. If you end up naked in a classroom or being chased by demon hounds once in a while, it's a price worth paying for reasonably intelligible dreams. Sometimes, even, they come true. Sometimes. I am still waiting for my bloody chest of gold and loot under my bed which was promised to me at the age of 12. Sometimes, the faeries take their time.

But anyway, I begun this trip more or less with a dream - of the good old kind, not the Martin Luther King kind - that more or less settled those worries that I might have harbored in the wake of the excessive waiting times for a placement or the worries presented by actually living in a foreign country for nine months, all alone. Of course, these both proved to be major issues, but it was a good dream, and I was at peace.

Now, 17 days before I depart, ending quite possibly one of the most life-changing experiences in my life (second only perhaps to being born and learning how to draw on the walls with my own feces) and also one of the most wonderful, so far (I didn't enjoy being born all that much - the whole scat artiste thing was also mercifully shortlived), I've had yet another dream, one of returning home to what I've left and being, well, just another Norwegian. It was an interesting dream, with quite a few tangents of foreboding, but in the end, it was a settling experience.

I love Alaska, and I'm certain I will always cherish the experience and all the people I've gotten to meet here, but it's finally time to go home.

When the mood falls, perhaps I shall write something more in-depth. Alaska deserves it, but I'm fickle.