There are few places in the world where I don’t stick out like a sore thumb when traveling. Visiting Norway solo was a treat not only for the obvious reasons — the beauty, friendliness and safety for which Scandanavian countries are known — but also for the fact that I could walk around and blend in, with my fair hair and skin and light eyes. There are very few places in the world where I’m not an obvious tourist, and it allowed me to see what it might be like to live there.
There are also very few places in the world to which I would seriously consider moving — I’ve waited most of my life to live in Colorado — but Oslo, Norway, is a contender. Maybe it helps that my cousin already has; she lives there with her wife and their now 2 year old (who arrived after I did). But it’s also a gorgeous part of the world, with practices and philosophies that made me feel particularly welcome as a woman and as a person who thinks the way I do.
Visiting Norway in Winter
