I am so so so ready to come home. I am all senses in order to soak up everything these last two months here. I feel like I’m drinking the sunshine, the weather, the sea, the flowers, the trees, the language, the colors and the perfumes. And stowing it away; as much I can take. I know coming back to Denmark will be hard; I’ll be leaving my friends (painstakingly collected and cultivated) of 15 years, I’ll be leaving a mentality I’ve gotten used to; a climate that I love and a language that is bound to fall apart little by little from not getting used much.
Of course I plan to make new friends, find a lovely job, a lovely apartment and get used to Danish weather. Heck, you’ve got Hygge when weather’s bad right ? Candy, hot chocolate, movies (in English, oh bliss) and I even got someone to share it with.
But even if I know it’s gonna be tough, I feel like this might be my biggest adventure to date. Who would have thought coming home could be the biggest adventure of all ? But I feel ready, up for the challenge. I can truly say I have gotten fed up with things here. The lack of innovation, the lack of hope, the lack of organisation, the laissez-faire mentality and the chaotic traffic. And more so since I made up my mind to come back. I will miss a lot of thing but obviously I plan to make loads of money in Denmark so I can come back on vacation in Italy, see my friends and stock up on Parma-ham, oliveoil, burrata, and real tomatosauce.
And I can’t wait for that first month in Denmark, being with my love 24h a day, drop by my brother for a cup of coffee, roaming Copenhagen on my bike and getting to know it all. Soaking it all up.