Last Day in Denmark

Well, really tomorrow is the last day, but I'll be flying out by 14.00, with a bus out of Aarhus at 6.45 in the morning, so tomorrow hardly feels like a day here. Today is largely focused on packing, cleaning, last minute errands. It wasn't easy to get up this morning knowing that it would be a bittersweet day. Tomorrow will be far more bitter than sweet, as I won't be home for 36 hours after I begin my first plane trip, not to mention the 6 hours spent on the bus, the ferry, the bus again and then in the airport before the four-flight marathon begins. I am happy to be coming home, but not as excited about the travel. I've been lucky enough to borrow some movies and books to make the time more relaxing, and I have power converters for time spent in Copenhagen and London airports, so I can plug in my computer and just sit.

Even though it will be here so soon, I can hardly imagine being home again. I have no idea if I'm different, and if so, how. I have no idea what I will want once I'm stateside again. People are always asking, "What's the first thing you're going to do when you get back?" I have no idea. I don't know if I'll want a turkey sandwhich or a diet Dr. Pepper or if I'll just want to sleep. I have no idea. It's so hard to look ahead when I'm still sitting here.

My Danish room is a skeleton now. Desk, table, naked bed. Some people say they're amazed at how much of their life fits back into that suitcase. I don't wonder at all. There are six trash bags full, sitting next to the door. I was able to take everything I wanted home, but there's a lot to leave here.

No, I haven't even looked through my Berlin photos yet. Yes, I will. The more I save to do on the airplane the better. Berlin was fabulous. We didn't end up seeing the concentration camp, but I suppose that leaves more for me to see on my next trip through Europe.

But for now I need to get back to cleaning up my room.