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Skatteblog: A Car Door Slams
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. July 24, 2010. A Car Door Slams. I’m sitting inside my mom’s house, and for some reason, every time I hear a car door slam outside I expect it to bring someone I have been waiting for. But the weird thing is I’m not waiting for anyone tonight- no one has made plans to visit me. Humbly yours, skattebo. I would like to exchange links with your site annaskattebo.blogspot.com. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Peace Corp Alumna.
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Skatteblog: Friends I've Never Met
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. June 24, 2010. Friends I've Never Met. I had a cool realization last night. My friends in China have a family who will be joining their team soon, and they were in Colorado this week for training. I called them and invited them over last night to connect with them about our mutual friends and interests. I was bustling around the kitchen making iced tea and scrounging for acceptable "guest food" when my brother Nathan came up.
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Skatteblog: May 2007
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. May 31, 2007. I don't have a lot of energy to write right now, but would you please pray for me? I am so exhausted and drained right now. yeah, can't even explain it all right now, but if you could pray for me for rest, protection, and sanity, that would be awesome. Pray also for the house- things have been strange around here and a bunch of new people are here and old people leaving. Yeah, we need God's stability. May 14, 2007.
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Skatteblog: September 2007
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. September 11, 2007. The sky keeps you sane when you're in the city. Greta, Dave turned our chins up to the sky last night and looked at the stars- I hadn't seen them in a really long time. "It's so cool that you can see the stars out here! I said. "Can't you see them in the city too? Said Dave. "Maybe, but you just don't look up very much- you're always trying to avoid other bikes or see where your turn is.". Proper Dave is back!
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Skatteblog: May 2010
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. May 24, 2010. Jolanda and I at The Bookworm. Here's a (relevant) Robert Frost poem I copied on a scrap from this bookstore in China:. Some things are never clear. But the weather is clear tonight,. Thanks to a clearing rain. The mountains are brought up near,. The stars are brought out bright,. Your old sweet cynical strain. Would come in like you here:. So we won't say nothing is clear.". Humbly yours, skattebo.
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Skatteblog: June 2007
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. June 15, 2007. To be a year older. So I am 24 now. Oh man, I am sorry for writing such depressing (but true) stuff on the eighth without recognizing the amazing days I had around my birthday on the third. Thank you, thank you, thank you to all of you who wrote me on my birthday- I have never felt so surrounded from far away! I haven't gotten a chance to write any of you back and tell you thank you, but know that my heart was full.
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Skatteblog: September 2009
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. September 2, 2009. Written in Amsterdam, May 8th, 2007. This is a house for the inevitable. Come to this garden home. They are surrounded by light and beauty. So that the last things that fade away leave a rosy glow on them. What if all inevitabilities were cared for? Death, yes, but what about the ones in life. You will be hurt. You will gain and lose things. You will be confused at all this. And in a rosy colored building.
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Skatteblog: December 2007
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. December 13, 2007. Silence has been killing me lately. I talk as much as I ever do, but honestly it's mostly fluff. When people ask me how Amsterdam was I say, "It was good" and I am really satisfied with giving that answer at the moment. I think the problem is that I don't want to talk. I want to be listened to, but I don't feel like talking (haha, good luck friends! Humbly yours, skattebo. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom).
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Skatteblog: written in Amsterdam, May 8th, 2007
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The nomadic norwegian, the vagrant viking, a girl with a home in her heart. September 2, 2009. Written in Amsterdam, May 8th, 2007. This is a house for the inevitable. Come to this garden home. They are surrounded by light and beauty. So that the last things that fade away leave a rosy glow on them. What if all inevitabilities were cared for? Death, yes, but what about the ones in life. You will be hurt. You will gain and lose things. You will be confused at all this. And in a rosy colored building.
