Yesterday, Anne came by to say good bye despite being very sick... Anne is so sweet.
Today, I woke up to say good bye to Amanda as she went off to school... Amanda is now like my little sister and I'll miss her very much.
My taxi comes to take me to the airport in two and a half hours, then I will say good-bye to Pia. She has done SOOO much for me and I don't even know how to begin to thank her.
I bought all of them nice Christmas gifts to show them how thankful I am. Only, traditional Danish Christmas gifts are very small... And, while my gifts weren't extravagant, they were more than they were used to recieving... which made it a little awkward. But everyone loved their gifts. Pia and Amanda are shipping their gifts to me, and Anne got me a very beautiful necklace.
Writing this is very hard because I'm holding back tears because I'll miss them all so much. I am very much looking forward to going back to my friends and family in America, but its hard saying goodbye when you don't know when or where you'll see them again. We've made promises to come visit each other (Amanda and Pia promise to bring Anne.) But that won't be for at least 2 years.
I'll also miss Denmark very much. While, the things I miss in America are all people and less things... What I'll miss here is both. I love walking down Stroget, a walking street without any cars, when its dark at 4 PM, with the fir tree garland strung over the top of the street... With the lit up hearts and stars. Passing the store windows with their Christmas lights and holiday displays... I'll miss walking past the stands with glugg and roasted almonds... that are roased right there on the spot... with the smell filling the air as you pass another talented street performer playing violin... or the piano that he brought out there in a bike trailer... or just singing Christmas songs. The whole city is just filled with hygge... The Danish word for cozy that means so much more than just 'cozy.'
I'll miss the public transit. Here, when traffic gets bad, they add bus routes and bike lanes. I don't like driving. I love having a (reliable) bus or train take me places... Or riding a bike. Driving... just isn't enjoyable for me. But, in order to have any sense of independence in most parts of America, you -need- to drive. Here, you can take a train to any city in Denmark. And there will be busses to take you the rest of the way (for the most part.) I like that. I respect that.
I'll miss St. Peders Bakery... With their 12-kr daily specials... Tuesday is muffins. Wednesday is snails (like cinnamon rolls). And their chicken bacon sandwiches... So delicious. And, only 5 minutes from class. The chocolate filled croissants... AMAZING. I think I bought one just about every week. I will have to hunt down a place that makes them in America. They will get my buisness for sure.
There are so many other things... like how every cafe/restaurant has candles and is extra cozy and living so close to where everything is happening and feeling safe walking alone anywhere at any time and how for every thing you need, theres a separate, specialized store (it just makes things cute. Its worth the extra effort...) and how the city looks, with its colorful old buildings and no sky scrapers... just beautiful spires. Just... so many little things.
I have to come back. Most importantly, to see Pia, Amanda & Anne again. But also, I want to share this with friends and family from back home. I want to take them to La Glace to taste the best hot chocolate ever in an extra cozy cafe. I want to take them to Tivoli... and down Stroget at Christmas time.
And there are so many things I wanted to do that I never got the chance to... Like go to Amager Strand or to the Round Tower. I never got to go to the HC Anderson's Museum... Or take the ferry to Oslo, Norway. I just became so comfortable here, that I'd always just say "I'm here for 4 months. I'll do it next week." But now, there isn't a next week.
When people ask me, "Are you excited to go home?" Yes, I'm excited to go home. See people I haven't seen in at least 4 months. But I'm not excited to leave. Not at all. I'm almost dreading having to leave. I like it here.
16 years ago