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I am currently attending a regional union meet at the small coastal town of Florø, on arrival (after a “short” boat trip of 3-4 hours, and as many beers) the weather was, windy is the best description, today however (which is the day after) it is sunny and warm, and it made the discussions and other related work seem somewhat longer. Not saying that is was boring, but knowing what kind of wheater there was here and back in Bergen, I had the feeling I should be sitting in a park (or at least on my balcony) with a cold beer in my hand and some good company.

The “serious” discussions are over for today, and now in a short while, the socializing (dinner and drinks) will commence.

I’ve jumped in with both feet first, as this is the first time I am meeting members of the local union I am representing as well as the regional ones, but it has all been quite pleasant and so far they have not made me regret my decision to come here.

I am now sitting on my balcony in my new apartment, with a lit candle by my side and a bar of chocolate. The day started out a bit stressful, getting home from Voss. But after missing a train, and the subsequent train ride to Bergen it was all good, a coffee and waffle appointment with a friend, and then a stroll through the park, and finding a bench with a view with the accompanying chit chat, it was good. The weather and small clouds passed overhead just as quickly as the time did. Before we knew it, it was almost 10 o’clock and the small raindrops hinted that it was time for us to head home.

It has been a good afternoon and evening… now I am left with a feeling of bliss and remorse. Blissful for the company kept, and the conversations had, and remorseful for them having ended.

But as someone once said, all things must come to an end, even days such as this…