School work is slowly piling up to a point where it suddenly might be tons of things to do. Apart from that, I'm happy to be home. I long for painting, mostly because of being exposed to so much art in San Francisco. I miss the usual - our garden at home, cooking with my mom and spending time in Oslo with old friends.
Although I find myself being critical to several aspects of the American life (especially how cheap, low nutritious food seems to be the only choice for poor people) I already miss the politeness and kindness of San Francisco's people. I'm temporarily broke, and I've spend so many hours being jet lagged. I would all do it again in a heartbeat to experience San Francisco.
I find myself having reality checks each time I go abroad. They are of the kind when you realize that there always is a flip side of coin to the ideals people live by. That being said, it doesn't make you love the culture less.
