onsdag 2. oktober 2013

Experiencing Neurological Strangeness


As a student of psychology, I have a particular interest in neuroscience. I continue being very intrigued that, as I think, my brain "moves". That a single cell can "jump for joy" upon getting activated by a particular thought, is something I cannot easily forget. Unless of course, my brain cells stop getting activated, and I forget. 

Anyway, even more exciting than reading about neuroscience is having personal experiences of strange neurological phenomena. I recently had two of these occur, and as is good research practice, I shall hereby note these down. I shall call the first phenomenon: "What English shall I wear today?", and the second shall be called: "Carrying dead weight". 


#1 What English Shall I Wear Today? 

The other night, as I was exhausted from another day of speaking English, I had what almost felt like an epiphany. Suddenly, I had words to describe what speaking English felt like. I realized that speaking English feels remarkably similar to wearing clothes. Now, that is a strange comparison (hence the title of this post). But, speaking English feels exactly like wearing clothes. Now, as there are many types of clothing, there are also many types of English. There is the formal English, that I use for work, and when I meet new people. There is the English that I speak with friends, who speak the local dialect. This is a bit more casual, and I can wear it comfortably for longer than the formal English. However, there are even more comfortable levels of English. There is the English that I speak with friends who have their mother tongue somewhere in Europe, which makes it even more comfortable. And then, finally, there is the English that I speak at home. Now, some days this English is barely English. Rags, I think is a good description. But oh! It is so comfortable that I can wear this English all pretty much all day. Remarkably, my mother tongue feels nothing like wearing clothes at all, but simply part of who I am. Strange aye! 


#2 Carrying Dead Weight

I became aware of the second phenomena the other day, just after speaking with my brother back home for a little while. He asked me: "Little sister, have you forgotten your mother tongue?".. Oh no! It is just not very well trained at the moment, I could reassure him. However, this experience, made me realize a strange fact. That for most of the time, I am not speaking Norwegian, or even thinking about the things that happen in Norway, or smelling Norway, or using my knowledge about Norway... etc. All these Norwegian-neurons have absolutely nothing to do all day, and must be getting rather fat and under-exercised "up there". The conversation in Norwegian suddenly stimulated gigantic amounts of dead brain weight. To describe this experience, I picture the following scenario: I picture a very inactive army base (the brain cell base), which had it's last big assignment more than a year ago. Now, when the red light flashed suddenly in the barracks, calling all brain cells to report, they were so unfit that the old saying rang true: "Mouth was in motion without brain being in gear!"

onsdag 11. september 2013

Life at 6 months

First of all, and for my records, today I have had my temporary residency for exactly 6 months. This is strange and so awesome! It is awesome because it means I have not actually thought much about visas and expiration dates and moving for such a long time. Instead, this means I have been spending much of my time studying, and here are some photos that have been snapped while preparing for the upcoming data collection. Also, on the sheep side of life, another lamb was born yesterday at the farm. We like to call him Koura Tipua (Golden Giant).

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A day was spent reading speed gun manuals and charging batteries.


The material box, which sat so empty for a long time is definitely filling up. Almost time for data collection! 

søndag 1. september 2013

Starting on the last half of B-semester!

Date-Break in the University Library 

Before this year started, we braced ourselves for what we would later refer to "the year of the married students". Six weeks before my husband reaches his finish line at the university, we are starting to feel the strange blend of excitement, nerves, and really a lot of tiredness. Some reflections at this point. Though busy, and poor, 2013, the year of the married students, has insofar been a happy year. Though, there have been many normal and perhaps uneventful everyday-days, we have been given pleasure in many of them, to which we are so very grateful. Today, spring commenced here in NZ - a little friendly reminder that after winter spring does indeed come!


onsdag 31. juli 2013

One Year Since Norway... One Year in Aotearoa!

Such a momentous anniversary seems worthy of couple of momentous words. These are my favourite:


"..he made from one man 
every nation of mankind 
to live on all the face of the earth, 
having determined allotted periods 
and the boundaries of their dwelling place, 
that they should seek God, 
and 
perhaps 
feel their way toward him 
and find him..."
Acts 17:26

lørdag 22. juni 2013

A very blue New Zeland June tune

New Zealand June
should be the name of a tune.
For a New Zealand June
is quite cold and full of gloom.

For, while the grass may be green,
the skies, they are grey,
And, while the mountains are white,
the fingers, they are blue.
Oh a New Zealand June!

There are raindrops on the window,
but alas, they're on the inside.
There's a wind-gust from the door...
or is it coming from the floor?
Oh a New Zealand June!

So, let us sing a little song,
through a winter that is long.
It might help to keep us warm,
or at least, it does no harm
in a New Zealand June.





fredag 7. juni 2013

One month in...

A student's desk

One month out of twelve has already flown by. What have I done? By the looks of it, readings.


onsdag 29. mai 2013

That time of the year again

Oh, it’s that time of the year again, and I feel a strong need to write. Not a news-paper article this time. But a blog post. A little ‘blip’ on the radar from the little island far, far away. 

I don’t know why it has become this way, but June seems to have become the month where life changing events take place. 


5 years ago, in June, I moved to New Zealand. That is probably one of the craziest thing I have ever done in my life:
June 2008, First week in New Zealand

4 years ago, in June, I stared dating a New Zealander. Maybe the second craziest thing that I have ever done!

June 2009, "Last week" in New Zealand


3 years ago, in June, was just horrible! (My husband can vouch for that). I guess that explains why there are no photos...


2 years ago, in June, I had one of the most exciting times in my life. My New Zealand boyfriend finally was moving to my home country!!

June 2011, Dad taking a photo of us


1 year ago, in June, my home country asked my New Zealand husband to leave.

June 2012, Packing up to move to NZ (again)


This year though… nothing! As another June comes around, we find ourselves puzzled, and surprised, and relieved that, it seems (at least at this stage in late May) that nothing special will happen this June! 




Our news article. Thanks bro for getting it published! 


fredag 17. mai 2013

A photo journal from the national day

A peak through the window to the lunch buffet in our home.
Smoked salmon, and smoked ham were the stars of the show.


Two flags in a pot. 
I am not entirely sure why we do this, 
but I saw that the crown prince and his family did the same, 
so it must be a legit tradition.



Outside our window it is now autumn.
Inside, the marching bands which are thousands of miles away 
bring the sound of spring into our home.



The wonderful thing about having 17th of May in the autumn in New Zealand...
Fejoas! 
A foreign,
but very fabulous addition to this traditional celebration.



The best thing about having 17th of may in New Zealand...
My husband :-) 


fredag 10. mai 2013

Hipp, hipp, hurra!


It is coming up to 17th of May! A date that holds a special significance for many Norwegians (me included). On this very day, just one hundred and ninety nine years ago, our forefathers got their own constitution and even a random king!

Here is a photo of some of my forefathers:

Back left: My great, great grandmother. Back right: My great, great, great grandmother.
Front left: My grandmother. Front right: My great grandmother.

This momentous occasion was not really celebrated until a couple of poetic guys rocked up and gave fiery speeches and wrote poems and songs in the mid to late 1800s, one of which was to become our national anthem. 

One momentous 17th of May was in 1906, when for the first time in history, the king and queen joined in the celebrations. My great, great, great grandmother was 57 years old that year (Whereas she would be about 75 years old in the photo above).

Another very sweet 17th of May celebration happened in 1945, just 9 days after the second world war had ended, and peace had been declared in Europe and much of the world.  17th of May celebrations had off course not been allowed during the time of the occupation, and so I think it held a special significance to many Norwegian grandparents (mine included). 

To me, a very sweet  17th of May celebration happened last year when I finally got to show my husband what the fuss was all about. 

Here is a photo of my husband and me getting ready to celebrate: 


Why do I write this? 
Well, my wise auntie once said that "some occasions suit big words", and so, as another  17th of May comes around, it seems fitting to write a few words of history, and so to share in the tradition of speech making which started the whole thing. 

Gratulerer med dagen, kjære gamle Norge!







tirsdag 30. april 2013

52 weeks & a whole lot of words



Tomorrow will be the first of  many days devoted to reading, writing, and researching. I look forward to this new journey, full of challenges, defeats probably, a lot of fun, and hopefully some helpful results.Tomorrow a thesis commences!





torsdag 11. april 2013

Visa Expiry: Indefinite














I am a NZ resident!!!
I'm looking for the right words to describe what that feels like, but it is not so easy. Joy, relief, excitement!!

torsdag 14. mars 2013

Thanks guys!!! Now, for the venture ahead!




I redefined this blog one month ago in order to make it the space where I document my visa application history. I had expected it to be a much longer ordeal, because of our experience back in the motherland. Instead it was a super sweet experience! Kia pai mai hoki, Kirikiriroa!!! We are so happy. Thanks to everyone who has helped support our application in some way or form. You are very well appreciated and loved! From here, the blog must perhaps again be redefined. Perhaps as we venture into the next chapter of our international life, there will be more stories to tell? :-)  

tirsdag 12. mars 2013

Approved in principle!

Today was a great day! Resicendy got approved in principle, which is another milestone.. A very good one.

mandag 4. mars 2013

'A' for 'honours!'

... or should I say: "'A' for 'After all that'..." For while it is ENOURMOUSLY SWEET to finally receive the final grade as an honours student, I have no doubt that its sweetness is complemented and brought out by the bitter backdrop that came before it. This Sunday we celebrated the completion of a paper that should have taken less than 3 months to complete, but came to take nearly 3 years to defeat!! Thanks everyone, for this took a whole army to get done! :-)

fredag 1. mars 2013

Just for my records...

Today I submitted more supporting documents with my residency application! Getting closer :-)

onsdag 27. februar 2013

Introducing...


Here is a photo of my grandparents. I particualarly like this photo of them playing croquet. I like it because it in its original quality show my granddad (in the black trousers) admiring my grandma (in the black dress) accross the field. The scene is taken from the place where my grandmother grew up; on the farm also carrying her maiden name. Judging by their youthful apperance, it is around the time of their marriage. It is also not long after the war, though this joyous photo doesn't reveal much of that particular fact.

I feel like showing you the photo above, because the four adults in it have been tremendously dear to me. The farm, I have visited countless times when I was a little girl. Especially visited was the little pond, which I loved swimming in. When I look at this photo, I see much of myself. And so, though this blog is mainly about my journey to follow my husband to the edge of the earth, I sometimes  also feel the need to tell the stories that were left behind.

Today, the little pond back home is overgrown with weeds, and those who walk past it now will probably most likely disregard it as a swamp! To this blogger, however, it triggers dear childhood memories, as also the above photo trigger sweet memories of dear grandparents.

As only one's own husband can comfort!
Then one day, when I was finding it particularly hard to be so far away from where I grew up, my husband, who knows me pretty well already, took me to the a little stream, almost like a little pond, found a little heart-shaped rock, and wrote my name on it. He took the photo below, and it was not until I looked through the photos that I saw it.



mandag 25. februar 2013

In the thinking box...


Week 9. A week of decision making.

The break

 
Before a long haul flight I always feel the need walk around for a while and stretch my legs. This weekend we stretched our hearts and souls at the beach, before setting out for the long, and long dreaded, a-semester up at the university.
 

torsdag 21. februar 2013

Land in sight!


Today I hope to have finished my honours.
I took a detour when some stormy clouds hit along the way.
But once again a fresh wind caught my sails,
and today, a quarter of a decade later,
I saw that wonderful port,
I had that long awaited destination in sight!
Wohoo! 
A special thank you
two those who blew wind in my sails.
 

onsdag 20. februar 2013

Living on the 'small writing' side of life


"Fill in this form if:

YOU ARE NOT MOVING PHYSICALLY, BUT ONLY CHANGING YOUR POSTAL ADDRESS, you may also use this form if you have mistakenly given us the wrong address and wish to delete it, or if you reside abroad and have changed your address there."

Some days I feel like we somewhere along the way took the less travelled path. Today, I as I was looking for the correct form to send to Norway with regards to our change of address, I got a reminder that we did. As indicated by this rather humorously confusing and long sentence.

søndag 17. februar 2013

Today I sent my residency application!

 
 
How does it feel?
 
It feels weird and exciting....
and I feel an immediate need to play a piano.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

fredag 15. februar 2013

Phew!

 
This wonderful letter arrived in the mail today :-) HUGE blessing! HUGE!

torsdag 14. februar 2013

The year of the married students

 
We have decided to call 2013 the year of the married students, and I thought this photo pretty much seemed to fit the decscription!!

onsdag 13. februar 2013

On the verge


I did not know that one could actually spam one's own blog, but in these last days this is exactly what I have been doing. Why? In one week I will finish up at the university, and being that I am on time with the essay writing I have thrown much of my spare time and effort into making this blog. What for exactly? After all, if you want to make a good blog it should firstly have purpose. So, what is the purpose of this blog?

Well, the reason I originally established a blog was so that I could process some big changes in my life. More precisely, my first blog was started the week after we received my husband's denied visa in Norway. This was traumatic because he suddenly had three weeks to leave, and also because he (or rather we) had 20.000 kilometers to fly back to his country. That summer last year was a busy time arranging plane tickets, packing up life, and leaving family, friends, colleagues and plans. However, since then, life here on the other side of the world has calmed down a great deal, and my husband and I are thankful for the peaceful circumstances we find ourselves in now. Hence, my original blog also got quiet, and so still that I actually put it to rest.

I am therefore surprised about my sudden outburst in blogging activity lately! Though, I suspect it might be linked my desire to 'tell our story' as we again attempt to apply for residency. Tomorrow is the planned 'big day' for handing in my residency. It seems fitting in a way, as we sign our residency application tonight, that it is Valentines day. Not because paperwork has such a fragrance of romance about it, but because I recently read more about who Valentine was. Valentinus was a man who was arrested and put in jail for marrying Christian couples. What a decent dude! Anyway, here goes the application... I'll keep you posted!!

tirsdag 12. februar 2013

Poem: confusion of cultures



I am
a confusion of cultures.
Uniqely me.
 
I think this is good
because I can
understand
the traveller, sojourner, foreigner,
the homesickness
that comes.
 
I think this is also bad
because I cannot
be understood
by those
who have sown,
and have grown
in one place.
 
Unknown author
("third culture kid")

søndag 10. februar 2013

That akward moment...


The week has finally arrived to lodge my NZ Residence Application, and we are just looking over the final details to make it sure that all is in order. Unfortunately there was no auto-correct to help me write the address on the envelope...!

fredag 8. februar 2013

The eviction note

Last year, our lives changed quite alot in just a few weeks, when we found out that my husband could no longer stay in my country. Here is my recollection of that momentous day when we learned that my husband would need to vacate the country within the next three weeks, and some reflections on it in light of our Christian faith.

"...It was a cold and quiet summer day. My husband and I had spent the day cleaning out the piles of rubbish from my parents’ garage – taking it to the local recycling station. We slid past the post man’s delivery car, and parked in the driveway. My husband went straight to the mailbox. Not thinking much special of it, I had already gone inside. Then, thinking that my husband took a bit longer than usual, I went back out to meet him. “A letter”, he said. “From the department of foreign affairs”, he added. I believed him, yet I didn’t. After all, he had managed to pull some jokes on me in the past. After little convincing though, I believed him.
The letter that we had been waiting for in the last 5 months had arrived! And there was much excitement. Though, the excitement seemed more like the kind of anticipation that you have when you await the announcement of an exam which you know you performed badly in. Here it was. The verdict! After looking at my character, my history, my work abilities my pay slips and expected income, my photographs, wedding photos; my personal mail, my graduation certificate, my family heritage, my recent activity – it seemed, my everything. I failed. After having been examined in almost every way, the verdict was: failure. There was a certain requirement to get in, and on the basis of who I am and what I had accomplished in my life, I didn’t make it. I simply wasn’t good enough. Ouch!

Then the eviction notice came. “The person does not fulfill the demands required of the provider”. After many tears, and much comfort, the thought came… What if our hope depended on someone’s performance? What if our “fate” was decided on the basis solely on the character and life of another person? One outside yourself – another person! This then became the very best comfort I could think of, because in this instance, that person was thankfully – not me! I came to remember that there was indeed one such person. The very Son of God, tried in every way as we have been, yet without sin. The perfect Savior did what I could not do, and on the basis of him, and purely on him, was my place in heaven secured forever. From what I have learned so far about visas and permits, this citizenship is by far the best one I ever could have gotten. Though it wasn’t easy to obtain, I know that it was never I whom had to fulfill all the requirements of the law to obtain it. It was my Lord and my God, Christ Jesus. He is my righteousness.

It had indeed been a strange concept from the start. The permit for my husband had never at any point depended on him. It was solely my record that would ensure his entry and permit into my land. My performance and my record bought my husband his eviction note, his deportation. Our Lord’s performance, thankfully bought us, his bride, something much better, and something much more glorious when he rose from the dead. A citizenship in heaven!"

Hello blogging world

I have decided to take some notes as life goes on, and thought I'd do that here.