The Good Life... a weblog about life, technology, and the Opera web browser

I'm home. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. Good night.

Note to self: Never travel through London's Heathrow airport, if at all possible. And remember to thank yourself later for this advice.

It occurred to me that I should probably tell people what I've been up to for the past two or so months, considering all the important, life changing things that have occurred. And I write this from my desk in Oslo, where I've been working for nine weeks now, if that's any indication of some of my adventures. It all really started at the end of April, on the 27th 26th to be exact.

On that night (well, technically, it was the early morning of the 28th 27th), Rebekah and I started dating again. You could say it had been in the works for the two and a halfish years since we broke up after I arrived at LC. Back in February at the annual InterVarsity winter conference, we sat down and talked. Eventually, I told her I was interested in dating her again (I had been for a while, but the timing wasn't right). Over the next two and a half months, we rekindled our friendship. And then, on the 27th/28th 26th/27th, while watching a movie, we told each other that we wanted to be together again. And then we were.

It's still really wild to me that we're together again. After two and half years of never knowing what the state of our friendship was, not knowing if she still thought about me as much as I thought about her, being nervous every time I was in the same room as her, and wanting so many times to pour my heart out to her, but having to hold back, all those things are suddenly non-issues. I don't have to force myself not to reach out to hold her hand when I'm sitting next to her. I don't need an excuse to look at her and enjoy her beauty. I don't need a reason to call. Really, it's quite blissful. And it also makes being together again so much more meaningful because I know how much we went through to get where we are now.

And just a bit over a month since we started dating, I said goodbye to her for the summer. And over the past week, I've been considering leaving the US to start a career in Norway at Opera Software, where I've been interning. I was offered a very attractive contract to stay in Norway doing the same Quality Assurance, Testing, and Documentation work I've been doing (and really enjoying). But leaving behind my family, friends, and really everything I know in the US just isn't an option. People always say that the time to see the world is right after graduating, but I feel that I've done enough and I'm ready to get down to the business of work and starting a life.

There's obviously lots of stories for me to tell about my time in Norway. They'll come in time, bit by bit, don't worry. I also have tons of pictures. I've already got a Gallery site put together and I'll link to it once I have some more work done.

So, for everyone that's wondering, I'm doing well, I'm basking in God's blessings, and I'm coming home soon. It'll be great to see everyone again.

Oh, and I drove cross-country with Jeremy at the beginning of June. He moved to San Diego, CA with his girlfriend and a friend from school. I've got plenty to tell from that, too. All in due time.

And typing with Norwegian keyboards is seriously annoying!

I've been forced to remove my e-mail address from the site because I started getting spam at that address. At some point, I'll create a form to send e-mails. Until then, sorry.

I realize that I don't update my weblog very often. Most of the time it's not a conscious thing, it's just another thing that slips through the cracks. Sometimes people ask me to update my weblog. I'm not implying that these people have ulterior motives, but I wonder why it is they want me to update. Do they like my writing style? Do they like hearing about my life? Or, because they have weblogs, they want to know that it's as important to other people as it is to them. I hope it's one/both of the first two, but I just don't know sometimes. Why not just ask me about what's going on in my life instead of asking me to update my weblog? Send me an e-mail (and be patient for a reply).

Just something I've been thinking about recently.