You’ve been nothing but mean and cruel to me. You’ve taken the sun away from me for almost four whole months, made me so homesick for a while, given me so much stress that everything went awry, screwed me over for next semester’s housing, fattened me so much to the point where I’ve never been any fatter in my life, tempted me with so many things I couldn’t afford because you’re so damn expensive, and made me miss many campus activities that I would’ve so loved to have attended.
Yet, I love you. I love you for your culture and your awesome food. I love you for my newfound independence, self-reliance, and self-discoveries. I love you for making me go beyond the boundaries I’ve built myself — boundaries I’ve never really pushed until now. You’ve given me true friends — friends whom I’ll never forget because they’ve become so precious and a significant part of my life here; friends who have been there for me, advised me, and didn’t mind going out of their way to help me in any way possible; friends who made me feel loved, needed, and happy.
So I don’t want to go back yet. The cloudy days, cold weather, dangerous bikers, narrow cobblestone sidewalks, and crazy VATs are what I call home. I love the s-tog — NYC has nothing on that. But most importantly, I don’t want to part with my DIS friends. and I don’t want to leave the beauty that is called Europe.
But I’ll be back, Denmark. We’ll be back. We promise — we’ve already agreed on it. :)
Kærlig hilsen,
Victoria
P.S. Please stop the POURING outside. It’s discouraging me from going out :[ Thanks.
