OSL partytime

I'm back in Oslo, back home. Haven't been back since Christmas. Stayed in my old flat since my arrival last Wednesday, which wasn't as bad as I had thought it would be. Bestfriend took real good care of me, and it was weird in a way because I felt nothing. To be there was like being back, on any normal visit back home, not upsetting or bringing back memories of times past. It was good - it is good, in one way too good. I feel like staying here, but only because of all the really good friends I have here. In the village many of those have left now. I miss the bestfriend a lot, I realise that when I am here, maybe that's why I decided not to come here during the summer. I love Norwegian summers and everyone is so not Norwegian during the summer, if you've ever been to Norway for a while (ie more than a year) you know what I mean. The bestfriend, she's like that all the time (except for that time of the month), relaxed and open - always letting people know her mind. I came back for her, her birthday party which happened on Friday. She got wasted, as she does sometimes, out of this world, half-closed eyes and slurred tongue kinda drunk. It was a great party though, everyone seemed really happy and 'summer-like', lots of old acquaintances and some new.