Well, we did it.
We packed up all of our belongings and moved across the North Sea to a new country.
The journey wasn't without its stressful moments - for a start, deciding what to keep and what to throw away was hard. We only had a limited number of suitcases we could take with us, and sending all of it by courier wasn't an option.
Our nine suitcases. The large red one nearly didn't make it.
At times, it seemed like some nightmarish real-life version of the arcade game Tetris, where all of the pieces are valuable possessions, and any that you can't stack, you have to throw away.
But at last we made it to Gatwick, with our mother- and father-in-law, our 2-year-old twin daughters, and nine (yes, nine!) suitcases. There was another tense moment when we found out that one of our bags was too big and too heavy for the airport's internal machinery to handle. After doing a bit of last-minute rearranging, and paying a hefty fee, we were allowed to travel.
Oslo's main airport, Gardermoen, always looks like the lobby of a really, really expensive hotel.
Coming home
I'm writing this in Kristiansund, our new home. We haven't quite got everything ship-shape yet, but my wife's parents have been amazing.
In true Norwegian form, they zipped round the house on the first day, putting up curtains and taking down shelves like a sped-up version of DIY S.0.S.
There's still lots to do - both inside and outside of the house - before we can properly settle into our new life in Norway.
I'll need to navigate the Norwegian immigration system, wrap my brain (and my tongue) around the Norwegian language, and perhaps even pick up some basic DIY skills in order to fit in with the locals.
But at least the hardest part, leaving the UK, is now behind us.