Denmark Is My Home

Last month after almost 3 years of leaving the country, I visited the UK. It was good to see family again and have my daughter finally meet her British relatives for the first time. However, something felt different. In fact, a lot of things did.

Perhaps I've simply become so accustomed to how streamlined and easy some things are here in Denmark compared to the UK, but I couldn't help but nitpick along with my husband when we were there.

The roads were terribly maintained, you have to pay for parking everywhere, there's no MobilePay (it's fantastic, by the way!), there were hardly any salad and veggies with our meals. Things like that.

Maybe it was due to the fact that my husband and our crying toddler (she had lost her soft bunny) were berated by some bloke in Primark for not only speaking a foreign language, but the child dared cry!

I highly doubt he would "shut it up if it was his" (his words), too. She is not an animal. She's a little shit at times without a shadow of a doubt, but she's my little shit who lost one of her favourite toys in the store. More compassion and a lot less xenophobia would be great.

Little happenings that occurred on the trip that in no way reflects the majority of the UK or fellow British people, still, I couldn't help but feel out of place. I don't know exactly why things felt so different.

Am I becoming Danish, or have I simply fallen out of love with good ol' Great Britain? Brexit has dampened my patriotic side for sure. It's likely as simple as me adjusting, adapting and accepting that Denmark is my home now and will be for the foreseeable future.

A lovely blogger and fellow expat Caitie once wrote on her blog that expats should consider the new country they live in their home, to accept that there is no other 'home' to go back to. She is correct. For almost two years I didn't consider Denmark my home and suffered due to it. I longed for the UK, to return 'home' and live 'normally' again.

I needed to return to the UK, not to return to live there, but to see whether I actually did miss it as much as I thought. I didn't realise until we arrived, but I definitely needed this trip. It cost a lot of money, but it was worth it.

It turns out I didn't miss the UK much. I couldn't wait to go home, to Denmark to be quite honest. I told my husband that I couldn't wait to return home. It then clicked. Denmark is my home.

I've finally embraced this country as my own. It took 3 years, but I got there. With learning the language (still not fluent, but can get by), getting back into education and making improvements in my life, I've managed to weather the expat storm. Family has also been a strong support system, both here and back in the UK.

Of course there will still be challenges, but I feel much stronger. I feel I can take it on head first.

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