I was looking through my pictures of Europe from last summer (because, you know, I miss Switzerland and France…) and I realized that I am lucky enough to call so many places home. I don’t mean to sound like a brat at all, but home is:
- Palo Alto, California (or San Francisco when I’m afraid people don’t know PA)
- Los Angeles, California
- New Orleans, Louisiana
- Copenhagen, Denmark
- Geneva, Switzerland
There’s even a little part of me in Marseille, France and New York, New York. I don’t know how this happened, but I love it. I am so grateful to my family for letting me and helping me experience so many places. I was on the phone with my mom last night and I was buttering her up for a visit to Copenhagen and she was whining about taking my little brother out of school for so long, but I reminded her about all the times she took me out of school to go to New York, and she said, “Well, I like to think that those trips are what started your love for travel” and I guess she’s right. New York is my dream. I’ve always wanted to live there and maybe it sparked my desire to be somewhere other than California, which led me to New Orleans, which sparked my love for the south, which I now have a desire to go to Austin, Texas. And I haven’t even gotten to Europe yet!
Anyways, the point of this is that I’m lucky. And I realize it. I miss home, but I miss so many different places. I miss Switzerland like no other and I don’t know why. I’m already in Europe!! It’s crazy. I miss the fall in Palo Alto and Stanford games and I miss the ocean breeze of LA. I miss New Orleans, obviously, because of the fabulous people that are there now, the food, the drinks, and the hot weather.
I miss home, but I’m not homesick. I’m completely content at home in Copenhagen.
Here’s to home,