I'm lucky enough to have multiple places that feel like home, and as I am in a low budget mode this summer I've brought on the tradition of a slow, homecoming holiday. I've spent my days in Oslo (my hometown) meeting old friends, catching up with my cat, drinking gin, eating fast food, and being extremely warm. The city feels like an old acquaintance – one I didn't get along with when I was younger, but for every time I come back we've grown a little more mutual, patient, and accepting of each other.
Fun fact: I've been traveling to Molde for the jazz festival since I was 16/17, as I didn't have any friends in real life when I was a teenager and many of my Internet friends lived in the area. It's also my partner's hometown, and as his family feels like my own I tag along every time he goes home. The festival is Molde's chance to pretend it's a big city, with people in the streets, concerts and sky high alcohol prizes. Not the most impressive act the world has seen, but (more fun facts!) one year it actually managed to convince two Brits to move here as they thought the town's always like that. What a lovely disappointment that must have been.