Det er hyggeligt

It is cosy. The sky is grey because great thick clouds consume it.. Talls trees are blowin' in the wind. My lovely family and I are warm inside having just eaten some deliciously fresh kanelsnegle (cinnamon danish pastries) cooked by my host brother Christian. Very clever!

Yum yum. Anyway, if you have read my last blog post and are particularly observant, you may have noticed the brother I had previously mentioned did not go by the name Christian. This would be because after first two weeks of moving into the little town of Fuglebjerg (ominously translating to 'birdmountain') I moved right back out. There wasn't that much detail to it.

Okay that's I lie, there was a lot of detail to it. It was a rather odd two weeks. Buuut in short we didn't fit together and thought it seemed silly to waste any time. When you have only 11 months, time becomes a very precious thing.

So nearly two months gone and I am sitting here starting to feel a comforting sense of normality creep in. Until now, each day has seemed like a colourful exciting explosion.. this weekend was the first I have sat and allowed myself to sit and contemplate life. Think about what i've learnt and how I might have changed so far. Simply have a good ponder. I missed that.