Sunday, 16 October 2011
I have no idea where to begin with this. I've been all over the place since returning - in mind and body (Hello, Newcastle! Hello, awful virus!) - and I wonder if this blog is perhaps not the best place for all the thoughts that are in my head. I would like to get them all out though. So perhaps I will write elsewhere.
Copenhagen turned on its very best grey weather the day I arrived. It was perfect. Breaking through the clouds over the Øresund and seeing the bridge, the wind farms and the familiar flatness of the land was such a heart-poundy, hand-shaky moment. I know how silly this sounds and how much I had built this up for myself - to constantly yearn for a place that that I cloud with nostalgia, to make it seem like such a monumental thing when really it's just 20-or-so hours away by plane... and yet, it IS still so far away. So out of reach.
But as soon as I was on the Metro heading into the city, I knew I was home. Everything came back, and it was like I had never left.
love steph. at Sunday, October 16, 2011