Home is where …

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After a quick stop in London, we are now back in Denmark. And while the kids began their stay with some days in our summer cottage together with their grandparents, my husband and I stayed at a hotel less than 10 minutes walk from our old apartment. I visited my old hair dresser, saw old friends, did a bit of work and met old colleagues.  I have constantly been met with a warm welcome home, and my answer so far has been thank you, it is good to be back.

But it raises a question. Cause what is actually home, when you just moved away from the place that has been your home for most of your life? It has only been three month since we moved to New York and here in Copenhagen everything is exactly like it was when we left. Except from the fact, that for me everything is different. My shoes are not here, my books are not here, my apartment is inhabited by strangers and my eldest daughter had to get an acceptance from her school in New York to even come here. Now we are all in our countryside cottage. The snow is falling and I cannot wait to go back home tomorrow. To Brooklyn that is. Because that is where my pillow is at the moment. And so for now, I have decided that this is my home.

 

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Efter et kort besøg i London er vi nu tilbage i København. Og mens vores børn startede opholdet her med et par dage i vores sommerhus sammen med deres bedsteforældre, boede min mand og jeg på et hotel, der ligger mindre end 10 minutters gang fra vores gamle lejlighed. Jeg har været forbi min gamle frisør, har mødt gamle venner, arbejdet og mødt tidligere kollegaer. Alle steder er jeg blevet mødt med et varm velkommen hjem, og mit svar har været tak, det er godt at være tilbage. Og det er det.

Men det rejser et spørgsmål. For hvad er egentlig hjem, når du lige er flyttet fra den by, der har været dit hjem de sidste 15 år? Det er kun tre måneder siden vi tog afsted til New York, og her i København er alt stadig det samme. Lige med den undtagelse at alt er anderledes for mig. Mine sko er her ikke, mine bøger er her ikke, der bor fremmede mennesker i vores lejlighed og min ældste datter skulle have en godkendelse fra sin skole i New York for overhovedet at få lov, til at tage hertil. Hun elsker at bo og gå i skole i New York.
Lige nu er vi alle i vores sommerhus. Sneen falder og efter to uger på farten glæder jeg mig nu bare til at komme hjem. Til Brooklyn altså. For det er nu engang der, hvor min pude befinder sig for tiden.

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