I moved away from my home when I was 19 and I have never really felt homesick until these last couple of weeks. I was in a scary car accident when I was crossing the road. I don’t remember too much after the car hit me and seeing the tire roll over my foot. I was in complete shock and it all felt like a dream, I was just waiting to wake up. All I remember is saying to the poor guy who came running from the other side of the road to help me
“No, but you don’t understand. I don’t have the time for this! I have so many plans for these next months. This can’t happen”. He tried to calm me down and called police and ambulance. I was taken to the emergency room to find out what I already feared, my foot was broken.


Everyone kept saying how lucky I was and that It could have been so much worse. I wasn’t grateful in the moment. I was pissed off at the driver for not paying attention, pissed off at myself for not leaving 5 minutes earlier and pissed off because I had so many exciting plans going on. Hearing my own thoughts embarrassed me. I cared more about my profession than myself. Was this life’s cruel way of teaching me a lesson?


I have always been told I need to relax more but I have never been good with that. I can watch ‘The Kardashians’ and ‘Real Housewives’. That’s the only thing that makes me zone out from all the things I feel I should be doing. I have to work hard and be strong. I’ve gone through a lot of shit in life like most people and it has made stronger. People have admired me for handling things so well and being strong, I’ve always said ‘I have no choice. It’s nothing I can do so why cry about it’.

But not this time. I cried a fucking river. Anyone who has stopped me and asked about what happened got the story with complementary sobbing and tears. I used to be so strong. I used to just dust myself off and get back up again. But this time I can’t get back up for another 6 weeks. At least not without the help of my crutches. Every time I tell the story of what happened I end up in tears and then I get angry and embarrassed because I don’t necessarily want sympathy. When strangers show compassion it opens a vault of un-cried tears and loneliness. A loneliness I managed to force myself to forget.


I am great with forgetting things I don’t want to remember. I know it’s not healthy but it has been my coping mechanism for years. But not this time. I can feel a shift, something is changing within me and it is because of strangers. Strangers I only encountered for a couple of minutes.

The uber driver that almost broke into tears when he realized I was by myself. The receptionist at the hospital who looked straight through me and knew I wasn’t okay even though I tried to reassure her I was. My neighbor who offered to speak with police and help me with my case.  And the stranger that came running down the street when the accident happened to make sure I was okay even though he had to take his kid to school.

Those people had nothing to gain from being nice to me, from being open and showing compassion. I’ve spent so much energy on trying to stay strong that it broke me down. I know I have to get better at asking for help, admitting when something is wrong. I’ve just not been able to but maybe that is about to change.

Are you UK?

We took a brief trip to the UK this past week. It was a strange time to visit considering Britain had just voted to leave the European union, and the whole country felt like it was in some kind of weird post-funeral limbo. In this post we could discuss our political views, but we know most people have their own opinions and views. Just know we are not OK with it. 

Even if it did feel a bit strange, we still had a great time catching up with old friends and family. 

We visited London, Reading (Zak's hometown) and Bristol. We lived in Liverpool for 4 years and so coming back to the UK now after being away for quite some time was very nice... And we only got rained on a little. Bloody brexit...

Lost in the streets of Bosa

If you follow us on Instagram ( you might have noticed some very colourful photos from us this last week. We visited a beautiful little town in Sardinia called Bosa. Sometimes you just need to get away and recharge your batteries and get some fresh air. We spent our days exploring the small cobble streets, admiring the colourful houses, tasting the local food and taking in the Sardinian Culture. We are now back in Norway, refreshed and ready to get back to work x

Austin Day 6 - Photoshoot and baby octopus

Our week in Austin has sadly come to an end, but we've had a blast. It's pretty much the right timing as well as we are both super tired and all partied out! One thing is for sure though, we ended on a high!

We met with a fantastic photographer early on in the day for a shoot in the centre of Austin, in a little back alley by a stream. It was a nice spot and we can't wait to see how the shots turned out. We then went for Sushi (again, we mention sushi a lot because we love it so much), and Zak had some delicious baby octopus. 

We then hit up a few shows across the city, most notably we saw Fizzy Blood at the British Music Embassy, and our new found friends The Routine who killed it at the Handlebar rooftop on 5th. Check them out if you like funk/soul/rock. We have an super early flight tomorrow so we had to call it a night at a respectable hour, even though we would have loved to have partied on late into the night with them.

Austin has been so welcoming and we are sad to leave, but we really hope we can come back again next year to play what has easily become one of our favourite festivals, and one of our favourite cities <3