Everyone needs a nest

This is mine!

Sogndal is a small place by most standards. Its insignificance, however, is compensated for in many ways - it is surrounded by beautiful mountains, it has plenty of academics, students, sporty GoreTex people (obviously a minus) and places to drink beer (now we're back to plus).

My nest is smack in the middle of this tiny town, five minutes from the stores, the coffee shop, the bus station, work and the gym. Its pluses are plenty: you can watch TV while peeing (given that you are a girl or a gentleman, of course). It has eight and a half rooms plus a corridor and an outer corridor. It has nice, elderly people on three sides, which makes for considerable heat transfer.

The bedroom, which used to be a doctor's office at some point in the early 1900s, leads directly to a walk-in closet (I assure you, the closet of your dreams). The marvellous little kitchen is big enough for you to cook comfortably with at least three people and a normal-sized wolf in it. There is a stove in the livingroom AND outside it is a huge big verandah with stairs leading to a garden and a large orchard. Most importantly, as a moose-eating guest remarked yesterday: It's so cosy!

Truly my nest.