Archive for Month: August 2018
I’ve already gotten used to seeing “August” in my calendar, but there’s one thing I’m still not used to; the tiny tiny knot in my stomach, and the slight rush of stress hormones flushing through my veins when I realize what that means.
It means another summer has passed — another wonderful summer spent together with my beloved family and friends has come to an end.
Long Scandinavian nights, peaceful dinners, and evenings of joyful conversation created a hint of the carefree existence that belongs only to childhood, but the responsibilities of being an adult are calling.
Every August I have to step out of this warm bath called summer vacation at home, and onto the cold bathroom floor of adulthood.
Deep inside I know that the discomfort of wet hair and cool air will only be temporary, and that I’ll soon adjust to life outside the tub, but August hits a special spot in my gut, every year.
I’ve lived most of my adult life in the US, I’ve hugged my parents at the airport with a ticket to the US in my pocket nine times, I’ve flown west across the Atlantic with my belongings condensed into a suitcase nine times, and I’ve left the safe and familiar behind in return for new adventures … nine times.
This is what I do, what I have to do, and what I want to do, but stepping out of the warmth and comfort is a challenge every year.
However, I believe God has a special plan for this year and I’m excited to see what it is, so I better step out of this bathtub and get dressed.
Photo: Rannveig Froestad.
I’m just taking a quick break from all the pre-production work for my next film and the approaching school year to let you in on what I’ve been up to.
Like you already know, I stepped away from social media almost three weeks ago, and I cannot explain how wonderful it’s been. I won’t go on and on about this, but he amount of uninterrupted work I get done in the absence of the 100 daily requests I get shot at me from all directions is just unbelievable.
Anyway, back to the project I promised to tell you about last time.
It’ll be a fictional short film inspired by real events, and I’ll shoot it here in my hometown in November with a crew from both NYU and Norway.
Producing a film outside the US will be a new experience for me, so these past days have been filled with all kids of meetings.
It’s been quite refreshing, honestly, because even though Norwegians have a reputation for being cold and unfriendly, I gotta say: New Yorkers are far worse. People actually want to help here, and I get so blown away every time that I want to hug them all.
Just realized that the statements above made me sound like a foreigner … but as a filmmaker in Norway I actually do feel like a foreigner — I don’t know the industry as well here, and I have to repeatedly remind myself why: I’m about to take on my fifth year in the US. I haven’t lived in Norway since July 2014. Gosh, time flies.
I’ll head back to NYC next week, and will continue sharing more about the project as I go.
Here a photo from my first ever short film in NYC.
Photo: Avi Kabir.
Have a productive and blessed day,