We just got back from a trip to Norway, and I don’t think I’ve fully processed how much it meant to me. It wasn’t just a vacation- it was something deeper.
Starting in Linköping, Sweden, my husband and I set off on our first trip together. Oslo was our first stop, just for a day. Just enough time to get a feel for the city, walk around, and take in a bit of the pace before boarding one of the most scenic train rides I’ve ever been on. The journey to Trondheim was its own kind of magic- rolling landscapes, quiet snow-covered towns, and a calm that settled in the further north we went.
We spent three days in Trondheim, and I honestly didn’t want to leave. The city has a certain rhythm- peaceful, but full of life. We explored side streets and waterfronts, tried incredible food, and spent long hours just walking and talking.
The highlight? Seeing the aurora borealis. Twice. It was like watching the sky breathe- alive, shifting, impossible to look away from. And standing under those lights, I felt connected to something old and familiar. A part of me I don’t always get to touch.
As someone who immigrated to Sweden, it’s taken time to feel fully grounded. Our apartment in Linköping has always been cozy, always been ours- but somewhere deep down, it felt like his apartment more than mine. Safe, yes. Comfortable, yes. But not fully mine.
Coming back after this trip, that changed. For the first time, walking through the door felt like coming home- not just to a place, but to a life we’re building together.
Norway gave me more than a beautiful experience- it gave me perspective. And that quiet, powerful feeling of belonging.
It’s good to be back.
Swedish Wanderlust 