I don’t want to think about the fact that our vacation is coming to an end. We’re gong back to Norway tomorrow. It’s way too soon I think. Actually I wouldn’t mind staying here. I’m tempted to look at options for transferring to a university here in South Africa.
I’m not sure if Sigrid will agree tho. After all she decided to come to Norway to study to get acquainted with her native country. She also wants to spend time with her family and get to know them better. I get that it’s important to her and I won’t bring up the subject at this point.
The climate here is great for me. No worries about ice, snow and freezing my toes off without feeling it. Norwegian climate is definitely not paraplegic friendly in the winter months. There are times when I’m pretty much stuck in my apartment when the weather conditions get really bad.
“Babe, are you ready for breakfast?” Sigrid’s voice pulls me out of my reverie.
“Oh, yeah. That sounds great,” I reply, realizing I sound somewhat distracted. I hope Sigrid doesn’t notice, but of course she does.
“Are you okay? You seem a bit ‘off’,” she says, air quoting off.
“I’m fine. Just lost in thoughts,” I say with a shrug, hoping she’ll back off. She doesn’t.
“Penny for your thougts,” she says as she leans down to kiss my temple softly. “Or a kiss, whatever you prefer.”
“I’ll take the kiss any day.”
Without asking for an invitation Sigrid sits down in my lap and wraps her arms around my neck before she kisses me passionately. Now I’m really distracted. When we finally come up for air she looks at me questioningly.
“So what are you thinking about?”
“How great it would be to live here,” I confess. “I think the climate here is perfect.”
“I really miss it,” Sigrid says wistfully. “And I have every intention of moving back here after I graduate from NBS. After I met you I’ve realized I may have to reconsider that plan, since it’s not a give that you’re keen on moving to the opposite side of the world.”
“Well, it’s not something I’d even thought about before I came here with you, but since my accident I have been dreading the winter moths. I struggle to keep warm and it’s equally hard to get around in a wheelchair or on crutches when it’s icy and slippery on the sidewalks. Paraplegia and winter just doesn’t mix very well.”
“Well, I guess we could look into options here if we decide to pursue Master’s degrees. There are several good universities here, both here in Gauteng and down in the Cape. I’m sure Dad won’t mind us staying in the condo in Cape Town if we decide on that.”
“I like that idea, but I guess we’re getting way ahead of ourselves here, we’ve finished the first of six semesters,” I chuckle, before I kiss her again. I can feel Sigrid smile as she reciprocates the kiss. A rap on the bedroom door stops the kiss from escalating like the previous one.
“Breakfast in 15 minutes.” Bjørn’s voice comes through the door.
“We’ll be right there,” I reply as Sigrid gets off my lap and walks over to the dresser to find a pair of shorts to wear. I can’t help but admire her a little from behind. She’s got a great figure, slim, but she’s still curvy in all the right places. I watch as she pulls on a pair of denim shorts and apparently she feels me staring.
“What are you staring at?” she says with a teasing grin while she steps into a pair of flip fops, or slops as they call them here. I’ve also picked up a few other South African terms while I’ve been here; sneakers are called takkies, traffic lights are robots and pickup trucks are bakkies. The robots threw me most. I just didn’t understand why the word “ROBOT” was painted across the road before traffic lights. I still don’t get why they call traffic lights that. I’m sure there’s a story there. I’ll put it on my list of stuff I want to google. Now I’m hungry and I know Margrethe has breakfast waiting for us in the kitchen.
A couple of hours later Sigrid and I are in the pool. I actually enjoy swimming a lot. More than I thought I ever would. I’ll admit I was very nervous when I got into the water the first day, I hadn’t been swimming since my accident, but didn’t take me long to realize that I can move freely in the water and it’s nice to be face to face with Sigrid without her bending down.
“Are you ready to head back home?” Sigrid asks me. We’re sitting on the steps in the shallow end of the pool.
“Not really. It’s weird. In a way I feel like we’ve been here for ages, but at the same time it feels like we arrived yesterday. I don’t want to go back to cold winter weather in Norway,” I admit with a sigh.
“I’m not thrilled about it either, but I guess the bright side is that we’ve got spring and summer to look forward to. And I don’t mind spending time at your place snuggling on the couch or in your bed,” she finishes with a suggesting waggle of her eyebrows.
“Well, when you put it that way…” I say, a teasing smirk grazing my lips before I pull her in to a kiss. Maybe going back to Norwegian winter isn’t all that bad.
It’s departure day. Jonas and I are packing our bags and neither of us is thrilled about returning to Norway, despite our conversation in the pool yesterday. We’ve kept an eye on the weather in Oslo for the past few days; it’s snowy and cold. I’m generally not a fan of cold weather and Jonas hates snow because it makes it hard for him to get around. I look over at Jonas who is making his way from the dresser to the bed, where his open suitcase is waiting, with a stack of clothes balanced in his lap. We’re both grateful that Lettie did our laundry yesterday so we head back north with mostly clean clothes in our luggage.
“What are you staring at?” he asks me with a hint of teasing in his tone. He’s very aware that I’m looking at him.
“My hot boyfriend,” I reply with a smile. He places the stack of clothes in his suitcase and quickly makes his way around the bed and pulls me into his lap. I sit sideways with my legs over one of his wheels and I wrap my arms around his neck. He smiles at me.
“Thanks for the best Christmas I’ve had in years,” he says sincerely. “I will tell Bjørn and Margrethe the same thing. Your parents are amazing. And I like your friends too. I can’t wait to go back here. It’s worth the hassle of traveling.”
“I’m so glad you feel that way! I know Mom and Dad really like you and they want us to come back as soon as possible.”
“Easter?” Jonas suggests. “We’ve got some time off for that.”
“Sounds like a plan,” I say as I kiss him before I stand up and walk back to the opposite side of the bed where my suitcase is waiting. I really don’t want to pack, but I know I don’t have a choice. Midday tomorrow we’ll be back in Oslo and the day after school starts again, which means we won’t have as much time together as we’d like.
Two weeks after we returned from South Africa I’ve barely seen Jonas. This semester we don’t have any lectures at the same time and we rarely see each other at school. This semester I’m in a study group with people that actually seems dedicated and that has been taking more time than I predicted. I’m happy to be working with people that care as much about their studies as me, but I’m not happy about not having time to see my boyfriend. Today is Saturday and I’m looking forward to spending the next 24 hours or so with Jonas.
“Hey there! I’ve missed you,” he greets me as he opens his front door and rolls back a couple of feet so I can enter. He looks totally yummy. He’s seated in his wheelchair, dressed in a long sleeved jersey that shows off his toned torso with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows and a pair of loose fitting jeans that has been through the wash a few times. Oh my gosh… I’m so lucky to be dating him.
“I’ve missed you to,” I say as I walk into his apartment and close and lock the door behind me before I sit down in his lap, straddling him. I feel the skinniness of his legs and the wheels of his chair digging into my legs and I’ve never been so turned on before. I claim Jonas’ lips with mine and soon we’re lost in our own world. After a few minutes we finally come up for air and he wordlessly and slowly wheels us towards his bedroom.
To be continued...