Last January I left the northern part of Scandinavia with a very bad heart ache. After living in a fairytale for a week and experiencing the most amazing and touching adventures, we headed home. Back from minus 40 degrees to minus two degrees. The following weeks were pretty hard on me. Looking at the pictures we took during the week was physically hurtful and I tried to distract myself with lots of activities. I always knew that my heart belonged to Norway, but staring at the Northern Lights with snow up to my knees was the moment I realized: I was born in the wrong country. But the feeling of constantly…