I cannot remember the last time I felt this lonely. Usually when I’m not able to talk too much with Emma, I can at least get in touch with some long lost friend to talk to, but it doesn’t feel like it tonight. And it feels like “loneliness” has become, or rather, always has been, a central word in my life. I don’t feel too bad about it though, but I have a hard time today with finding out what MY purpose here is. And I haven’t been able to kill that train of thought today either.
That’s probably why I’m here again. I feel better writing in English about hard things. Or loneliness, despite feeling more alone in the English world than in the Norwegian. It just feels closer to my heart to talk and think and express myself in English, rather than in Norwegian.