So I swiped a bit more and then closed tinder. I had a few more days in Oslo before I flew to Berlin so there would still be ample time. I'll hang with Tris for a bit in Berlin before making our way to Ostrava (wherever that is) and then my big journey would start for real.
I quit my job in Tromsø in spring and spent the first few weeks of summer saying my farewell to the city. I managed to wrangle a job in Oslo before I quit. I did the interview back in February at the interview they asked me when I wanted to start.
"January" I said.
The CEO and the CTO looked at each other.
Then they both looked at me.
"But it's February" said the CEO.
"Yeah, I know. I mean January of next year".
I told you I was a risky motherfucker.
Eventually we came to a compromise. I would start in December of that year. That meant that I could travel for six months guilt free and have some sort of conclusion to it with a move to Oslo. This relieved me of financial and emotional anxiety. It also made my travels a bit more palatable to my parents who would who would inevitably have to answer the question "How is Tim doing?" to all their bougie friends back home. I'm a good son like that.
I had a few landmark places that I wanted to hit on this tour: Berlin (for Tris), Ostrava (for the music), London (for some UWC friends), San Francisco (to see dystopia), Melbourne (for childhood friends) then back home (for the family) and finally Oslo (to avoid bankruptcy).
I guess that would take me around the entire world. More importantly, it would allow me to rewind my life in a way, but you'll learn more about that in good time.
For now, it is Olso and my last experience of Norway before heading out into the real world.