A Denmark Shaped Hole in My Heart

So, It just finally hit me today that I am leaving Denmark in less than two weeks.  I am such a mess about it, really.  On December 18, the day I have to leave my new home, I feel certain that someone will have to force me onto the bus, metro, or whatever other form of transportation will take me to the airport.  Thinking about my life without "my Danes", cozy walks through Copenhagen, and all of the sights and sounds that I have become accustomed to makes my heart hurt.  My boss this last summer said something profound to me - She asked me why I thought it was that I liked to move around so much... and at the time, I didn't have an answer.  She suggested that it was perhaps because I want to have wings, and not roots, meaning that I want to experience a lot of things, without pursuing any depth.  At the time, to be candid, I was a little bit offended.  But, I realize now that she was spot-on.  (Actually, as I reluctantly have realized, she was spot on about a lot of things, but I digress).  I have made about 10 times the number of friends in Copenhagen as I have at my home University, have developed those friendships more deeply than hardly any at home, and I finally understand why.  It is because for the first time, possibly ever, I have been unafraid to be myself here.  I'm a mess, and I'm goofy, and I say too much sometimes.  But, I'm me.  And, Copenhagen will forever be inextricably tied to the person I have discovered I am. I have met the most amazing people here, who have, without a doubt, changed me fundamentally as a person.  I have seen the world, not through the eyes of one dreaming, but in reality.  I have gotten so many new perspectives on things... I think that when I land in the US, I will probably have more culture shock than I did when I came to Denmark in the first place.  Sure, I'm excited for a Chipotle burrito and driving my own car, but I would trade it all for a little more time with the people and places I have come to love.