After getting the baby settled down into his first night in our new home, I sat at the kitchen table with a cup of hot tea and looked out over the fjord. The evening sun shone down on the water causing its reflection to dance on the wall behind me. From where I was sitting I had a clear view of Strandveien, the small farm my grandparents owned, where my father was born and where they struggled through loss and poverty. The same farm sold years ago, to fund my family’s new life in America.

At that moment Harry came up behind me, laid a hand on my shoulder, leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Do you think you’ll be happy here?”

I didn’t have to think, I already was.

Fly Away Home

About maggiemyklebust

I grew up on the Jersey Shore and now live in Norway. I have also lived in Houston and the Netherlands. I have written a memoir called Fly Away Home.

Posted on March 7, 2013, in all things Norsk, Photos and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 11 Comments.

  1. How sweet. Just lovely.

  2. annie siersema potter

    what a love story! xoxo

  3. Thank you – a wonderful post.

    “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.” Maya Angelou

  4. itsallaboutpurple

    my snow pictures are color. i don’t edit, what you see is what i saw!!

  5. Maggie, I have your book sitting by my bed accompanied by many others (books, that is : ) waiting to be savored. People often gift me books and await my reaction and opinions, so my own book-finds have to be patient. But this should be next… truly I am sorry for the deferred enjoyment of it!
    Beautiful views here too, as always. ~ Lily

  6. It was good to see you back here, Lily and thanks for stopping by. I’ve been rather busy lately and am so behind in reading blog posts! I promise I’ll stop by soon to read some of your lovely poetry…
    And I’m honored to hear you have my book on your nightstand. Please let me know your thoughts when you’ve finished 🙂

  7. Maggie, the photo was immediately striking, and when I read your story, I found it just as much so. Beautiful story, beautifully told.

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