Reader, I married him.

(With apologies to you for lame-ass-over-used quote, dear reader, but more probably apologies to Charlote Bronte, for stealing from Jane Eyre, a book I have never read. Or plan to. Sorry.).

Just look at us, totally made for each other.

So anyway, I did, I married a Norwegian, and went from living in London to living in what is  really a fairly small town in southeast Norway. Which is lovely and awesome and all, but a bit of a change. Mostly though it is so utterly delicious to live in the same country, it is more than worth it.