God tur!

I've done my fair share of complaining about my living situation. Not that there's anything wrong with the people I live with, it's just that in the past two years I've been extremely lucky and spoiled to be living with my two best friends, and now I'm not. Everyone is fairly busy, and there's always the issue of the language barrier (the easier it is to talk, the more willing people are to do it). But, last night, we put a little collective dinner together, and it was really nice to sit for a while a chat and eat good food and drink glögg. There was also a pretty amusing debate about whether the Swedish or the Norwegian word for ground meat was less disgusting (Conclusion: They're both pretty gross). At the end of the evening, I left Daniella and Frederik sitting at the table, looking at Daniella's digital camera, which she hadn't really figured out how to use yet. A little while later, sitting in my room, I thought I heard Frederik's voice coming from next door, which is weird, because Daniella lives there, and, generally, we don't go into eachother's rooms. This confuses me a little, but I don't think too much of it. Until this morning, a ha!, I walk into the kitchen, and they have printed out a copy of the group photo Daniella took last night and set it up on the middle of the kitchen table. Now, is that seriously cute, or what? I'll answer for you: It is. And it definitely made me feel better about coming back after the holidays, hopefully to a warmer and friendlier hallway.