What a shitty winter. We adults and the kids have been taking turns at being sick non-stop. All the Danish friends we were suppose to hang out with after years abroad, well, we haven’t because we keep picking up colds. And worse.
Do we still miss San Francisco? Er, duh, ya. Sorry… But how can we not?
What a shitty repatriation we’ve had. Again, sorry, nothing to do with our Danish friends and family. The kids still ask on a daily basis about when we’ll move back. All the “freedom” privileges about being able to walk to and from school by themselves means n.o.t.h.i.n.g to them. They miss the days, when we drove them everywhere. They miss their friends. We adults miss our friends, travels, and weekends. We are always exhausted. We never travel or “experience stuff”. “It was so much better in the U.S. mom”, they tell me. Well, I agree that repatriation overall sucks — but the part where I had to drive them from and to anywhere, well, I don’t miss that part, at all. I’m overridden by guilt by their lack of leasure activities, but at the same time it’s the o.n.e thing I love about repatriation: Me kicking ass at work, while at the same time working part time and picking up kids early.
Am I still blogging? Errr, I don’t know. Life sure doesn’t feel interesting enough to blog about. At the same time I know that we are living through all the feelings repatriates usually live through. They say it takes a year of unhappiness, until life starts making sense, starts being happy. I hope it’s true, or we’ll start making our way back to San Francisco. In a few years. Until then we’re trying, really trying, to make things work.
And why did I suddenly start posting today? Well spring happened today in Copenhagen, yes, it fi.n.a.l.l.y happened.
From Instagram, the happiest version of me in many months.