In February of 2017, I traveled to Norway to live with my parents and siblings.
As a native English speaker, I could tell this was a dream trip.
It was an opportunity to visit my parents, my brothers, my sisters, my nephews and nieces, my grandparents, my aunt, my cousins, and the countless friends and family members that I have made during my years of living here.
But I left not because of the culture.
I left because I realized that I was no longer wanted by the people I had been living with.
The reason I left was because of two reasons: I no longer felt safe in Norway and my life had changed.
When I first arrived in Norway in 2005, the Norwegian capital was relatively peaceful.
There was no major city center, and people were generally more relaxed and relaxed about other cultures than I was.
Norway is home to an estimated 3.5 million people, making it the third-most populated country in the world after China and South Korea.
I had never met anyone who felt uncomfortable in Norway.
My family and I stayed in the same house for nearly a decade.
The place felt a bit like a second home to us.
But things started to change after I returned home in 2010, when I began to feel a growing sense of alienation and unease.
My parents had separated and my siblings and I moved in with our grandmother.
The family had been together for over a decade and my sisters and I were close with our cousins.
My friends and I began seeing each other in bars, and it was clear that I felt less welcome than ever.
The tension that was once a part of our lives started to fade away, and I was able to relax and enjoy life.
Eventually, my parents asked me to stay and work in Oslo as a translator.
My work with my family helped me understand how my culture and society viewed foreigners and how I felt about being an immigrant in a country that was already more liberal than most Western countries.
I also began to learn more about my family.
As I grew older, I realized I was the youngest sibling, and there were a lot of people who seemed to understand my family’s concerns about being foreigners and assimilating to Norwegian society.
It was during these conversations that I learned that my grandparents were the only people who knew my mother and my father.
I also learned that a lot more people had lived with me in Norway than I had.
I felt isolated and felt like I was alone.
In my travels around the world, I was met with a wide range of reactions.
In Europe, the reaction I encountered was more negative, but I was also met with positive and positive reactions from people who felt that my arrival had changed Norway and made it more welcoming to foreigners.
At first, I thought these reactions were just part of my growing experience as a foreigner in Norway, but when I realized the different responses I was getting from my family and friends, I began noticing more negative reactions from my peers.
As a result, I started to realize that my experience was different from others who had been born in Norway or have been immigrants in the country.
A Norwegian friend told me that many of her family members felt that the Norwegian way of life had been changed, but that she and others were happy with their own life here in Norway because they felt they were welcomed and respected.
I saw this as a problem because I did not feel welcome.
Even as I grew increasingly uncomfortable with the way I felt in Norway while I was living with my friends, my mother continued to send me letters of support.
In January of 2018, the year that I left, my father came to Norway for the first time in 20 years.
He told me how excited he was to be back in Norway after 20 years in the U.S. and how proud he was that I had grown as a person.
While my family was thrilled with the news, my friends and acquaintances were less than thrilled.
I did feel like I had become a foreigner, and they did not understand why I would want to leave.
I was in a position where I was still adjusting to the new culture and it seemed that I did the opposite.
I tried to convince my family that I could do the best I could, but they did understand that I needed to make the most of my time in Norway as a new American citizen.
They also understood that I would be adjusting to a new life in the US, and so they asked me how I wanted to be treated.
They did not want to judge me, but it was not a conversation I wanted.
I understood their concerns, but as I made my way to my parents house and walked to the door, I saw that I made the wrong decision.
They did not tell me I was leaving, but rather, that I should prepare for my future in the United