I can’t even begin to explain how desperately I miss this place sometimes.
It feels too far away now, like something I made up. I was really annoyed by the massive amounts of picture taking that goes on while abroad, but now I’m so grateful for all those photos, because in a lot of ways, that’s what’s left. I miss the people, and the whole attitude, and laughing that hard, and not worrying about my future. I miss biking up to Grundtvigs and feeling such relief to be home.
It’s weird to imagine how intensely I wanted to go back to the US sometime, considering that returning to my normal life was basically an inevitability. Returning to Copenhagen, and living with the people I lived with and how I lived, is totally unattainable now. There’s no countdown. I’m just going to miss it a little bit forever.