Matildas student

So there I was driving from #Grebbestad to #Kristinehamn, just vibing, playlist on fire, thinking I’ve got my life together for once.

But no. The #universe had other plans.
Because suddenly, BOOM I’m in fucking #NORWAY.

Like excuse me?
One second I’m dodging Swedish moose, next thing I know, I’m on a scenic fjord tour sponsored by my own stupidity.

I swear, I must’ve left my brain floating in a sangria jug somewhere in #Palma.
My GPS?
She entered witness protection and ghosted me like an emotionally unavailable ex.
I kept whispering, Just tell me where to go, #Karen, and she just sat there recalculating her life choices in silence.

BUT LET ME TELL YOU that Norwegian road?
Bro.
It was like driving on a rollercoaster built by drunk Vikings.
Curves so tight I met Jesus twice.
I was clenching the wheel, the seat, and every single buttcheek I’ve got.
Snirkling (that’s a word now) through serpentines with the elegance of a goat on rollerblades.

FINALLY I made it.
Alive, proud, and only mildly traumatized.

And then: SAHRA!
The reunion of the decade. Screams, hugs, emotional damage healed in under 3 seconds.
Her family? Iconic.
The vibes? Immaculate.Lue lisää