Home Sweet Home...

My Wanderlust addiction is strong in me...Around every third month I get a sudden urge to leave the country....I get this ....well....craving I suppose one could call it....to see another culture....and even though there are a gazillion different different cultures here in my own cold viking country, the wanderlust demands that I cross some kind of border at least...

Around these third months, Denmark suddenly annoys the living crap out of me....people are stupid....everything Danish begins look grey and dull....and the wanderlust in me grows every second....

I try to travel as often as I can in order to get that fix which my body and mind crave...the wanderlust addiction....but I've been a student for 20 years now and I come from a working class family, so money has always been tight. Yet somehow I always manage to travel several times a year....not necessarily exotic places every time...a weekend in Sweden, London or just across the border in Germany is usually enough to take the edge of my cravings ;)

So with the strength of my wanderlust addiction, I tend to forget sometimes that I actually come from a beautiful area in a beautiful country. I was privileged enough to grow up in surroundings like these:

Sometimes I take it for granted....but I think my love of nature comes from the these surroundings that I grew up with... :)

Growing up in the surroundings sheltered me to a certain degree....I think I had a longer childhood then city kids probably have due to the huge playgrounds in nature I had to indulge in....

I was pretty lucky in that way...how bout you-were you privileged as well in growing up in beautiful surroundings?

Emptyness

Im sitting in my apartment...My brother came and helped me remove my furnitures and the moving boxes.... There's a small table, a coffee table and two chairs that all has to be thrown out are the only things left....

Im sleeping on the floor on a bed of blankets and pillows....

My back doesn't agree with this arrangement, but I have to finish fixing up the place and hotels are too expensive...I kinda feel like the princess sleeping on a pea...

Im about halfway done....

I need to paint and clean the kitchen and bathroom as well as cleaning out my garden...and then Im done.

Its gonna be weird moving away from here....cause despite my apartment being a bit far from downtown and the building looking like a Barak from WWII, the apartments themselves are fabulous and very cheap...I will never live this good and cheap again...unless I return to the student life which seems very doubtful.

I'm going to miss this little place that I've been calling home since 2006....

It feels wrong to be here now. There's a sort of echo happening whenever I speak in apartment now...feels wrong.

Im nervous....whats gonna happen next....

Can I handle living with my dad again after ten years away from home?

Where will my next apartment be?

What will the future bring me?

I feel empty...but nervous....a bit excited....but mostly melancholic

Im going to miss Aalborg...