Lifeinredshead ([info]lifeinredshead) wrote,
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Homesickness

It kinda creeps up on you when you are not looking. Before it was culture shock and I was really sick of the unfamiliar. Now its just that I really miss my things at home - the food especially. I love to cook really good food and I really miss that. Its kind of like a release for me. Especially pasta, with garlic and mushrooms, and a delicious tomato sauce. Damn does that make my mouth ever water. I love hot dishes and Danish people like to balance their hot dishes with cold dishes. I could eat a hot dish for all three meals. Its not that I do not like Danish food. Its very good. In fact, I just learned how to cook frikadeller yesterday. They didn't turn out that bad actually. They are very easy to make and my favorite food here. But open faced sandwiches are getting a little old. So is the rugbrød. But I got sick of my lunches in the States as well so this is not new feeling for me - hating the lunch hour. What else do I miss...my shower, the orange and red and yellow leaves in the fall, my best friend Kate, my mom, carrying my dog around like a baby, my brother's weird sense of humor, desperate housewives, and sleeping in my very own bed.

I miss a lot of things, but that is just because I now appreciate them. Before I left I thought that I wouldn't miss the small things, but now I really do. This experience makes you realize what is important to you in your life and what you can and can't live without. I can live without excellent pasta, but I sure do love it. I makes you realize that your mother really is your best friend and you love talking to her about who is pregnant with whose baby and the clothes that you wore to that party. It makes you realize that the person that you hung out with in high school (Kate) is the most wonderful friend in the world for putting up with you for five years. It makes you appreciate the people in your life so much more and I am very grateful for that. I do not think that I will ever take my friends or my family for granted again. Now I realize what they really mean to me.

I do not want to go home, that's not how I feel at all, because I do really love it here and I am glad I came. I am just saying that I miss home.

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