I've not been back in Denmark since my birthday and it's kinda weird being here... Everything seems to have stayed exactly the same, yet there is a lot of things that are different.

Like driving through the city on the bus from the airport yesterday, I saw a wholve bunch of new buildings had mushroomed, some roads have been widened and yet other buildings have been torn down. It's funny how going away from what is familiar makes you notice everything so vividly.

It's strange how I feel like people (and I'm talkin' 'bout complete strangers here) would comment on my being back here. Isn't it odd? Like they would know I'd been away - that I'm living in a different country.

Also I notice how different the landscape is here to the English one; although I can't exactly put my finger on what it is that makes it so different. There are fields in both countries, and trees and shrubs, cows and the occasional horse. It feels like Denmark is more open, more ready to let people in, welcoming, smiling, embracing people.

England on the other hand; an Englishman's home is his castle. Just look at the windows on most houses, they are not terribly big compared to what you see in Denmark. Maybe they are less there for letting in the light and more a means for curtain twitching and keeping an eye on potential intruders. And perhaps the landscape is like that too. I don't know.

It probably doesn't make much sense. But I am tired and caouldn't care less even if I tried.

I guess what I'm trying to say is that I miss Denmark.

Thursday, July 13, 2006 scribbled by Wardi
9:45 PM