
Nord Nord
Se oftere mot nord. Se oftere mot nord.
Gå inn i vinden. Kinnene dine blir røde. Gå mot finne, du får rødere kinn.
Finn den ubeseirede stien. Ta det. Den er kortere. Finn den ulendte stien. Hold den. Den er kortere.
Nord er best. Nord er best.
Den flammende himmelen om vinteren, Vinterens flammevirvel,
Solens mirakel av sommernatten. sommernattens mirakel.
Gå inn i vinden. Klatre fjellet. Gå mot finne. Klyv berg.
Se nordover. Oftere. Se mot nord. Oftere.
Dette er et langt land. Det meste er nord. Det er langt dette landet. Det meste er nord.
- Rolf Jacobsen, 1907-1994

Velkommen til Marla Goes North.
In the middle of a pandemic and period of upheaval in the U.S., on March 3, 2021, I made the decision to leave full-time stateside life. Almost 7 months later, with my big red suitcase, yoga mat, guitar and bike in tow, I stepped onto a one-way flight to Norway.
Since then, I’ve worked high in the mountains, hit lows I never saw coming, and embraced everything in between. In the process, I rediscovered the joy of slowing down, the power of community, and a new way of seeing both the world and myself.
These days, you’ll find me on the western coast of Norway in a small village called Skånevik, tucked between Bergen and Stavanger—working remotely for a U.S.-based employer, hiking in the mountains, and grabbing the occasional kaffe og skolebolle at the local bakery while I wait for an answer on my application for residency.
Thank you for stopping by.
— Marla