Growing unhappier every day in Norway

I've recently realized that I'm growing unhappier being in Norway. I feel dead inside.

I thought that maybe it was the lack of sunlight during winter and that summer would change things, however even after weeks of sun, I still don't feel anything.

I live in Norway, my wife is Norwegian and I work for a Norwegian company. We don't have any children.

I have made some Norwegian acquaintances, we meet every other week, chat and all. I cannot really call them friends as I find it really hard to truly connect. It feels so foreign, so different. I can fake caring about the weather or follow on some gossip/drama that they have going about some of their childhood friends.

But deep down I do not really care.

I'm realizing that I don't like it here for nothing specific. After 2 years.

Leaving without my wife would be tough though, so I don't think I'll do it. She works for the government and she studied a very specific major that seems to be have been tailor made towards her current job. She's also happy and does not want move because her childhood friends are here.

Don't get me wrong, Norway is great. It is objectively awesome. I am housed and well fed, I do not struggle.

I should be happy. But I am not. I don't belong here and I should go.

In a sense, Norway is like mineral water: It's clean and great, vital; but ultimately it doesn't taste like anything

I miss France. Even with all of the bureaucratic struggle and that, I felt much more alive.