Bharfot
I miss Norway, I miss the cold weather, the snow, the rain, the autmnleaves. I miss waking up to grey weather, to the fresh icecold air, all the people dressed in black coats, scarfes and mittens. I miss my dad, I miss home, I miss my friends, even my school. I don`t want to be an L.A`er anymore. I want to go home, so badly.
