If you aren't a music-lover, this post will probably just be long, boring, and perhaps confusing. But I wrote this for myself, so I understand if I'm the only one who reads it.
Anyone who knows me well, knows that I've been a huge fan of music my entire life. It's a beautiful constant in life, music. It's there when you're happy to make you dance, there when you're sad to let you know that someone else has felt the same way, and there when you're lonely, as another voice in the room. I've been relying on it very heavily with the move, since I don't know many people in Oslo yet. It's nice to have a friendly, familiar voice in the room.
So, I give you the soundtrack of my life. I went back to as early as I can remember being excited about good tunes, and picked a song that I felt was sort of defining for that year of my life. It was really fun to go back and reminisce. Nothing strikes up a memory in my mind like a song. Okay, maybe a picture. But pictures go better with songs, don't they?