I was born here, but I don’t think in Norwegian. Almost everything I say these days is the translated version of what I’m really thinking. After ten days in Massachusetts, I’ve started to wonder why I didn’t just stay in that place where people say "Excuse me" when they step on your shoes, where bookstores are open until 11 PM, where coffee ice cream actually gives you a buzz and where the local radio station features more relevant and thought-provoking debates than national tv in Norway.
Update November 23rd: Thank you, Michael Moore
Remind me why I live here…?