Unpacked

I'm at the place which is supposed to be home for the next long time. It is strange.
I think it will take some time getting used to this. I probably already have a temporary job. I sort of know where things are. I've been out rowing on the fjord. There's a nice park for running.
I can paint the walls whichever colour I choose. There's a kitchen. The shops are weird though. They're so Danish....
But there's rye bread. The sun shines and we have rainbows and August thunder.

We'll continue in Danish over at Hjem til Aalborg.

There might come a few last updates here.
Pictures. Book progress. Stuff like that. Next adventure.

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Jeg er med ba 816 kl 12.50 fra heathrow, som er en ualmindelig ubehagelig lufthavn. i Kbh ca to timer senere.

This is why I do that

Finality

I'm leaving tomorrow. My bike's all packed in a box and I hope the girls in the lfight companies were right about me just strolling over to qantas and paying 120 aussie dollars for them to fly the big box home to Denmark. We'll see tomorrow. It's very interesting.
It's also very strange to be leaving, it felt so familiar to come back, or home to New Zealand. It's autumnal and recognisable and mountainous and might as well be Scandinavia, just with nikau palms and cabbage trees.

But I do look forward to home, to see my friends, my family, have a job, eat Danish rye bread and liquorice, hold hands with the loved one every day and sleep in the same bed every night, to not share dorm rooms with snooring strangers, to have more than two sets of clothes. It's also slightly scary. What if I forget how wonderful this was and don't go out again? If I just get a nine to five and have kids and tell about back when mum was cool and biked New Zealand and sailed to Fiji?
I don't think I will forget though. I'll probably remember so hard that there is no option but going out again.

Again, again again, I have to come back to this place.