I should be packing…
Home to Austin, Texas in the morning
I hear jetlag is a bitch, so I’ll let you know how my multiple flights with a 1 year old went after I awaken from my coma.
I’m going to miss Copenhagen.
I’m going to miss walking five minutes in the morning around the corner to get a breakfast of fresh fruit and pastries.
I’ve never had sweeter strawberries in my life.
I’m going to miss being in this house
Where my room is up four flights of stairs, Elton John is on the dining room wall, all of these fantastically bizarre lights are from IKEA, the shower is in the basement with windows that looks out on the back porch, and where I wave to the neighbor across the street almost every morning when I open my window.
I’m going to miss ridiculously attractive foreign people telling me I have pretty hair.
I’m going to miss reading “Red Hat, Green Hat” to the giggling boy in my lap because even though it’s the 100th time I’ve read it the silly turkey with the pants on his head is still funny.
I’m going to miss taking pictures of things I’ve never seen before and will never see again.
I’m going to miss trying to find gifts for people and constantly being distracted by baby toys.
I’m going to miss the ridiculous amount of bicycles ridden by people who always make me feel like I’m underdressed.
I’m going to miss being amazed every time I watch a woman walk across cobble stones in stilettos without missing a beat even though every time the pavement changes and I’m not paying attention I trip.
I’m going to miss running to catch the S-train (which any Dane will tell you is not a subway).
I’m going to miss the flowers that seem too bright to be real.
I’m going to miss being amongst (according to ABC News) The Happiest People on Earth.
I’m going to miss Denmark because for a first venture out of my country and out of my comfort zone it was pretty spectacular.
I’m going to miss Copenhagen, but I think I’ll be happy once I’m home.
Maybe.
I’ll let you know once I wake up from my coma.