It’s been a while. But I promise I haven’t forgotten about you or this blog. I’ve just been really busy recently. So, perhaps there will be a flurry of blog posts in the coming days.
However, this post will be rather short.
As I approach the one month mark, the idea of Canada is becoming an increasingly difficult thing to wrap my head around. It feels like I’ve always lived here in Denmark despite it being less than 30 days since I arrived. Anyway, It’s the little things that remind me of home sometimes. Like hearing an American accent on the television. Or seeing the Danish flag draped in a way that it almost looks like the Canadian one. Or even just someone asking me where I’m from and why my accent sounds so funny. Small things mean the world to an exchange student I suppose. As a result, the big things mean even more really. For instance, my parents shipped me a care package recently with a plethora of Canadian/America goodies in it. I can tell you, every North American takes peanut butter for granted. Every one of them.
Despite my mind finding it’s way home more often than not, I still find it difficult to miss my homeland. One must venture away from the known so they can find what “home” actually means.
Talking to other exchange students; they all say the miss the feeling of being home. But for me it’s different. Perhaps I always feel at home, wherever I am. Or, I have never felt at home and must keep searching for it. Either way, eventually I’ll know.
I’ll write soon, I promise.