Missing people but not things...

One of my reasons to give myself a year of travelling was that so far in my travelling life, I haven’t experienced missing getting back home. I’ve heard other people saying how they enjoyed their holiday, but also really appreciated being home again. I’ve never felt that way. On the contrary, it’s always been: what  a great holiday, when can I go again? Don’t get me wrong, I do appreciate being home – absolutely, but I feel best when interchanging between Denmark and not-Denmark. Hence, I wanted to see whether I would start miss being home if I went away for longer. Well, I did! But perhaps still not the same way as the others I told about.

I’ve had a wonderful time missing friends and family in Denmark, while being away. Which I have. A lot. In a nice way. I’ve had several fictional conversations with friends back home about important (or unimportant) issues. Looked forward to getting back playing with the wonderful kids that are in my life. Been somewhere at a certain time and felt that it would have been perfect sharing that moment with some of the important people in my life.

But I haven’t missed Denmark – well, the light nights and the new potatoes, but there haven’t been many of those while I’ve been away. Danish politics, annoying tv, grumpy people everywhere, all those lucky people that don’t even appreciate all we got, just by being Danish. That I haven’t missed. Not at all.

I’m enjoying getting back to spring. Having erased winter (though it has made an effort to stay around till I was back). Seeing how all the Danes are coming out of their hibernation, and as flowers turn their faces towards the sun. Listening to the birds returning from winter exile. Smelling the spring. The Danish spring sun has its very own very clean scent. All this I’m enjoying. But very well aware that when the days are getting shorter and darkness fights the light, then the migratory bird is back and I just want to escape to warmer and more adventurous (and distant) parts of world…