The long road home.

This weekend my husband and I were visiting my family. I'm from a little place in the hillsides near the mountains of the east side of Norway. To get there we need to drive 3h with a car, or if I'm travelling alone with bus and train it takes the whole day, because only my husband have a drivers license.

The drivers license have been a long battle for me. Many people look forward to getting their drivers license, but I do everything I can to show people that I don't need it. That means a lot of waiting for busses, memorisations of timetables and planning when going somewhere, and I don't really mind it. The problems only occur in weekends, afternoons and when my husband is sick. Then we need help to get to the doctor or home from work if the last bus already left. My husbands family is of great help most times and they are happy to help. But it would be nice to have the possibility to handle it ourselves.

That's why I'm starting all over again to get my drivers license. Last time I tried I was stopped because I had to study for school. Now I can't blame school anymore.. 

My motivation is: it would be easier to go to and from work, if I need something when my husband is awy I can handle it myself, if we get children I could drive them to after school activities and I could drive home to my family more often.

In a normal year I see my family about 5-6 weekends a year. That isn't much especially the last couple of years where many of them have been of bad health and have stayed in hospitals for long periods of time. You discover how nice it is to have a phone, but it also gives you some guilt not being able to be there.

This weekend was nice, both my father and grandfather were back from the hospital and everything were looking well. Also my brother and his girlfriend had their birthdays, so we ate cake and had a nice time together.

Sincerely

Mrs von Kvenna