I have been abroad for over a month now and I don't feel how I thought I would. Sometimes I miss home. I miss the mountains and American food. I miss Starbucks and Chipotle. I miss having a normal sized bed to sleep in. I miss my friends and my family. But, when I leave, I am going to miss just as much about here as I do about home. It's strange, because I have never really moved to a new place before, how quickly somewhere can start to feel like home. I don't speak Danish and I don't have a bike, but Copenhagen has become pretty familiar. I hate the weather (haven't seen the sun in weeks, get ready for some blinding whiteness when I'm home) and I hate that I can't eat anything for less then $15. But, I can tell you where the closest grocery store is, where the best coffee is, how to get to the airport, where to shop, where to lay out (haha jokes), I can name every 7-11 in a five mile radius, and my feet have finally become accustom to the cobblestone. I didn't realize it until after it happened, but I feel like I live here.
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