I don’t think I’ve ever felt this much sadness and excitement at the same time. It has been pure hell to pack up my 15 year load of shit. And it is hell to leave Roy and Christine, Mia, Anna and Sara, Maria and Jacke, Karin and Jenny, Mikael, Niklas, Lars, Matte, David, Linda, Mona, Emma, Kelly and all the other people at work. Annika and Karin, Anna, L-D, David, and all the other people at home. My apartment, my backyard, warn sunny days… How will I ever be able to survive without them?
I don’t know.
At the same time, I can’t wait until we’re on the road north, heading towards the fjords, the whales and the mountains. Ralf is all packed up: 7 bikes, skies, snowboard and what not, and we still did not reach the roof. I may be terrified, but I’m ready to go.