Gaustatoppen, Oslo.

This was my final full day in Oslo, my friends wanted to climb the mountain but most of my clothes were already packed away. I stayed in the car as they went on their journey, I finished reading my book and excited only when the rain slowed to take photos. I breathed in the fresh air and reflected on the past six months of my life. At the age of 19 I had managed to live in a different place alone, I made friends, discovered a culture, a way of living and a routine. I was proud of myself and happy that such a chapter had come to an end in a place like this.