I’ve just returned from a few days back in England, my first trip back since I moved over to Oslo at the start of May. I was pleased to be going back, primarily to see Andrew and my family and to get a bit of perspective on the whirlwind few months I’ve just had. I spent a few days in Birmingham with Andrew and his family which was really nice, we just relaxed really. One night we watched Black Swan, a film recommended by Andrew’s friend Daisy. I was spellbound by it, drawn in like I am with most psychological films. For anyone like me whose had people close to them affected by schizophrenia it will leave a powerful impression. Natalie Portman was a brilliant lead and must’ve studied hard for the role. Brilliant. We also went out for a nice burger. I had chicken with barbecue sauce!
I didn’t go out in Birmingham nor have the wish to, this brief return merely confirmed that the time was right to leave. I’m not going to slag the place off, I enjoyed most of my 11 years there, but I now know I won’t be returning. Andrew is keen to move on too, most probably to London. I spent a few hours in London today and enjoyed myself, discovering somewhere I’d not been before (Holland Park), blog post to come. I can’t wait for him to visit Oslo so I can show him this exciting fresh clean city with hardly any chavs. Bliss.
I also spent a few days back in Northamptonshire. I saw my nan which as always brings out mixed emotions. She’s one of the bright sparks in the home but still needs a lot of looking after. But there are many residents who are bed-ridden and some who don’t get any visitors at all. The staff who work there are absolutely astounding and I can’t think of anyone who has a harder job. If David Cameron or Nick Clegg think their jobs are tough, they should spend a day in an elderly nursing home, being spat at and cleaning up shit. I know I couldn’t do it. On Wednesday I watched Spiderman 3 on Blu-ray with my brother and had a family BBQ, it was lovely to see everyone.
I found the experience of being back in the UK strange. I felt more nervous and anxious than I have done for a while and as much as I enjoyed seeing everyone, I was pleased, almost relieved to get back to Norge tonight. It’s made me think of how we define “home”. Is home where the heart is? If so, I have a home with Andrew, a home with my family, and most definitely a home in Oslo.