My 
Story

I was born on a hot August night in Oslo, Norway. A year later, my little sister arrived, and we moved to Sweden and then to Connecticut in the US, where we grew up. 

 

My childhood was full of suburban adventures, mischievous outdoor play, and questionable homemade perms. No cell phones or internet meant we got super good at writing secret notes, using dictionaries, and taking pride in our handwriting - a skill we seem to have lost.

 

I returned to Norway before finishing high school because my academic performance wasn't exactly grade A. I was a free bird, as "they" say. :)

 

My first job was at the Holmenkollen Ski Museum, a famous ski jumping arena in Oslo. It was a blast, and a lot of young people worked there. So... you can imagine all the fun we had!

 

A few years later, I began working as a receptionist at a tech firm. I recall one of my jobs was handing out these huge cell phones that looked like mini suitcases. We thought they were the coolest thing ever - how times have changed. 

 

After some other office jobs, I backpacked through Thailand and caught the travel bug. Then, in 1990, I had my daughter, who's now given me two grandkids. I love being a granny, and yes, I knit.

 

I worked my way up the corporate ladder without a high school diploma, eventually becoming an executive. But after decades in the rat race, I realized it wasn't for me anymore. I was living for the weekends. So, I quit and traveled, spending five months in Bali and then some time in New York.

 

After that, I managed a ski lodge in the mountains for almost five years. How that came about is a story in itself. Then, the pandemic struck, and other events occurred, so I withdrew my savings and returned to Bali to determine my next steps. There's just something about Bali's vibe that resets me. 

 

Back in Norway again, I landed a part-time marketing job at a museum, which was perfect. But then, I got sick, like, for a year. I had to leave the museum, which was a huge bummer. Luckily, I’m back on my feet now.

 

While I was sick, I discovered that a Viking ship was being built nearby. As a huge history fan, I had to investigate, and it turned out the Hardraade Viking Ship Association was behind the project. They were looking for new members, so I joined. It's been so much fun. I've already learned to sew Viking-style clothes, and now I'm learning to row. 

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My vision is to build a location-independent business that involves traveling and experiencing Norway while exploring my heritage. This will allow me to trade a couple of those long Norwegian winter months for sand between my toes, warm evening breezes, and new "oooops" moments. 

 

Honestly, middle-aged life is full of possibilities, and I'm ready to grab them.🥥​​