I am officially back on my home university campus in little Oxford, Ohio and missing Copenhagen terribly. I am so happy to be back at my school and I am greatly looking forward to my classes, but my heart is crying a little as I walk down the sidewalk and not Vestergade. I am so excited for all the new students in Copenhagen and Stockholm who are just finishing up their first full week in their new homes; you all are in for the ride of your life, enjoy every minute of it.
I received a letter in the mail about a week ago, and I was delighted to find it was from myself. A letter from the first couple days of Welcome Week and full of wishes for my semester. I am also happy to report that I was able to accomplish all that was on my list, including learning how to properly pronounce my host brother's name... the biggest challenge of all (even though I still call him Mouse).
I miss my host family so much. I think about them every night at the dinner table, wondering what they are eating and how their days went. I think about them walking Dixie to the beach and the beautiful sun rises over the ocean I am missing. I miss the laughter and the attempts by my host brother to scare me as I walk around the corner.
I don't know how to finish this because it feels like I am closing a chapter of my life I am not ready to. So I will be doing hiding my second-home-sickness by copying Jess.