I had in another entry (link) promised myself to go explore Glasgow, and it didn't get to much exploring during the week of week 6. However, on Saturday that week I did go out with one of my flatmates, and Glasgow is definitely an interesting city to go clubbing in. We were walking around aimlessly, trying to find a place where we could sit down, get a drink and maybe talk. This seemed like an impossible quest, and we never succeeded. Instead we ended up in a nightclub, which was an interesting experience to put it in nice words.
This past week I handed in an essay (my first, real schoolwork), I got sick (again) and I went back to Denmark. I celebrated my birthday this week as well, and that is why I went home. Glasgow might have been a nice place to celebrate my birthday, but I can't imagine anyplace better than being celebrated by my family.
Touching down in Billund I think I shed a little tear of happiness, knowing that I had Danish turf under my feet yet again.
Glasgow is not a bad place to be, but I miss home. I miss my family, I miss my own apartment and I miss my friends.
And what hurts the most is that it becomes abhorrently apparent that my life is in Glasgow right now, because there are so many things that I assume my family and friends already know, surely I must have told them sooner or later, but I haven't. So I have to tell it all over again, and it makes the experience to flat, and I feel somewhat remote.
I assume that's how it is when you live so far away for a couple of months, and once again I am happy that I am still (safely) within the borders of Europe, I could only imagine the remote feeling being worse had I been in Shippensburg.
What hurts the most is that I can't stuff all of my people into my suitcase and bring them there with me :)
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