Headed Back

We’re leaving for the US tonight!  Well, technically tomorrow, since we leave the house at (wait for it)… 2 in the morning.  Not particularly good flight-purchasing on our part, but oh well.  We’re getting our suitcases packed, taking last showers, giving last baths, and making sure we have everything.  I’m surprisingly calm about the packing (I’m usually one to have lists and lists and take days and days to pack.  This time, we started two days before we leave).  I’m so calm, and not worried about forgetting anything, that it makes me really worried that I’m forgetting things.

I’m really excited to see my family again.  Excited to show Theo off to his Nana and to go back to my childhood home that always brings up memories with every corner I turn, every book I lift off the shelf, every crack and cranny in the decades-old farmhouse.  To be honest, I’m also super duper excited to go to an American supermarket again–and see all of the products that were once so familiar and that I’m now used to being without.  I’m excited to be in secret awe over the sheer size and selection–and to take my time walking down the cereal aisle.  A whole aisle.  Just for cereal.  An aisle that’s nearly the size of the whole grocery store about a block away from our little Copenhagen apartment.

But at the same time that I’m eager to go home, I’m nervous.  What if it’s not as good as I remember?  What if I’ve forgotten all the irritating things, and only remember the good ones?  And the biggest worry-cloud looming over the horizon: what if Theo screams the whole way there?  Now, I know that a baby probably won’t scream for 14 hours straight (not counting the 4 hour car ride home), but…still.  I also realize that there’s nothing we can do now.  If it’s bad, it’s bad, and it’ll be over in not that long.  But…still.

In positive news, we’re nearly done packing, and I don’t think I’ve forgotten anything important yet.  We’ve also been practicing with the ring sling I got a couple of weeks ago, and he seems to be used to it now (and I’m better at adjusting it, which was definitely the biggest problem in the beginning).  So I’m hoping that airport security goes smoothly, and that (pleasepleasepleaseplease) that the flight had another baby bassinet left that we can have (otherwise we’re stuck in the two middle seats in a row of four and…well, I don’t have to tell you why that would be bad).

I’m also a bit nervous about being homesick.  That might sound ridiculous…seeing as I’m going home…but to be honest, that’s not really what I see it as anymore.  It’s my parents’ house.  It’s my childhood home.  But it’s not really home.  Denmark is home.  Denmark with bike lanes and tiny grocery stores everywhere, pretty cemeteries and public transportation.  I live in Denmark.  My son is Danish.  And I know I’m going to lie in bed at least one night, thinking about lying in our IKEA bed in our tiny apartment, with the sweet wooden kitchen and ridiculously small shower.  But then, I realized that that’s okay.  Because I’ll have something to look forward to when we get back–familiarity.  I know I’ll be sad to leave my family, not knowing when I’ll see them again, and any homesickness I develop back in the good old USA will soften that blow.

We’ve been eating all the odds and ends that we could from the fridge (for instance, I had some whole wheat macaroni, herbed cream cheese, fresh mozzerella, and soy-hamburger all mixed together for lunch).  We’re hand-washing the dishes instead of filling the dishwasher, and charging all of our electronics.  We’re ready…and we’re excited!

Theo's excited, too!

Theo’s excited, too!

The Interrupter

So, since October 1st, I’ve tried valiantly several times to write a blog post.  Actually, that’s inaccurate, since I only thought it was October 1st, but it was actually already the second.

I tried writing about this time last year, and how I had just gotten my Danish residence permit and was overjoyed–about the fact that the wait was over, that we’d have our own place, and that eventually we’d get to try for a baby (our Theo, though we didn’t know it at the time).  I tried to write about the Danish and American pregnancy/baby advice, and how different it is.  I tried writing just a quick update.  Heck, I even had this window open with just the title for several hours before I’ve finally gotten this far.

I have never been interrupted so often.  I knew things wouldn’t be the same during my long days at home, but I really get it now.  I’m pretty much not allowed to finish anything until Andreas gets home, and then, only the most important of things.

But my interrupter is cute, so I can’t mind too much.  Here’s to hoping he’ll let me get my packing done because we leave for the US in NINE DAYS!


Leibster: Round 2



Thanks to the lovely Allison over at Our House in Aarhus, I’m on the Leibster bandwagon again!  Like I’ve said before, my favorite part about these blog awards is discovering new blogs that you otherwise wouldn’t have found, and Allison’s is my new favorite!  I’d love to have more time to peruse through the archives of their adventures through the process of moving here to Denmark, and everything thereafter.

To accept the award, you:

  • thank your nominator
  • list 11 facts about yourself
  • answer the questions posed by the person who nominated you
  • nominate 3-5 blogs by linking to their pages, notifying them, and creating questions of my own for them to answer
  • post the award

Now, I’ve already done this before, but since everything else I’ve been posting lately has been very baby-oriented, I thought I’d take a little break from that and maybe return for a moment to what my blog used to be like!

Eleven Facts About Zeta:

1. I have tried to start flossing innumerable times.  I have yet to make it a habit.  I actually did really well, and flossed for a month and 19 days this summer, but then Theo came along, I fell off the wagon, and I’ve flossed twice in the last six weeks.  Oh well.

2. I have really skinny, long feet.  My mom calls them hot dog feet, my husband calls them plank feet (I think because they’re the same width all the way out).  I call them annoying, because goodness gracious is it hard to find shoes.  My big toe that curls upwards at the tip doesn’t help.  I should really buy elf shoes and call it a day.  I had hoped pregnancy would widen my feet, as I’ve read that it does, but…it didn’t.

3.  When I was in first/second/third grade, I would always read on the bus.  The “big kids” would pass by me and say “WOW! What a big book!  I don’t even read books that big!”  I would think to myself “Umm…just because a book is long, doesn’t mean it’s hard to read” but I never said it out loud, because I didn’t want to hurt their feelings.

4. I really want to start a new knitting project, but I’m so at a loss of what to choose that I can’t get started on anything!

5. In the past two weeks I have made: brownies, pumpkin chocolate chip cookie bars, pumpkin pie, pumpkin pudding, and fudge.  I was trying to start feeling a bit more like myself again, but what I think I’ve actually eneded up doing is just creating a new self–a fat one.

6. I let emails that I should be writing (including thank-you emails) hang over my head for much longer than I should.  I feel such relief when I’ve finally written them, but formulating a message to sound polite/grateful/loving/etc. and getting it right is just too hard to not procrastinate.

7. I take like four supplements a day, and it drives me crazy.  Probiotics, iron, vitamins, and extra organically-bound iron.  Can’t wait to get back to just eating healthily!

8. I always used to get food all over my computer–honey on the mousepad, crumbs between the keys, mysterious droplets on the screen.  Nowadays, I’m hardly ever on the computer, so instead, I end up spilling food all over my son as he nurses–I’ve even dropped an apple on his head (oops.)

9. People have a hard time guessing where I’m from.  I’m used to getting asked when I’m speaking Danish, since I know I don’t have a particularly American accent, but it’s happening all the time when I’m speaking English now, as well.  People tend to think I’m English or Irish.  Weird.

10. I was reading Harry Potter aloud to Theo the other morning.  A few pages in, and I realized I was doing Professor McGonagalls voice with a Scottish accent.

11. I’m pretty sure that I have more pictures of my Freshman year of college than of any other era in my life. (Until, perhaps, now.)


Alrighty, time to answer the questions! (My favorite part!)

1. What do you like to read and what is your favorite book?

Hmmmmm…I probably like to read middle-aged women lit the best.  Stories about women and their children, book groups, knitting groups, etc.  That being said, my favorite book is Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban.  Harry Potter is my favorite series.  I grew up along with the characters, and it reassures me that not all the classics are in the past, and there must still be good stuff on the horizon.

2. What is your favorite item of clothing / accessory / outfit (pick whatever is most appropriate)?

At the moment, I’m loving wearing my skinny jeans (yay for wearing my own, regular, non-pregnancy pants again!) with my tall brown boots.  It makes me feel very fall-ish, and I love it.
3. What is the best lesson you have learned from being an expat / preparing to be an expat?

The best lesson I have learned is that rudeness is in the eye of the beholder.  There’s a lot of cultural prejudice here in Denmark, and living in a “ghetto” area (many middle-eastern people), I’ve seen a lot of it.  What I’ve come to realize is that a lot of the things that the middle eastern people do are considered pretty rude to Westerners, but to them, it’s just…what they do. (Things like speaking loudly on the bus, not moving for others in the street, and butting in front of you when you’re looking at something in the store).
What do you know now that you wish you had known when you first moved overseas / started your expat journey?

Well, one thing I’m really glad I didn’t know back then was how long it would be before I’d be back.  But as far as something I wish I had known…I wish I’d known that the visas would work out, so I wouldn’t have had to worry as much as I did, and could have maybe enjoyed living in Sweden more.  I miss Malmø now.
What is your favorite experience / memory?

This is really, really hard, so I’m going to cheat and list a few:

1.Getting to know my international knitting group in Sweden.  This was an awesome group of people, and I was so sad to lose them when we moved away.

2. Running.  Starting my running program was one of the most exhilarating, empowering things I’ve ever done.  I was really bummed when I had to stop during pregnancy (with sciatica, icy roads, and then a lot of hip pain), but I’m really looking forward to starting again, either this fall, winter, or in the coming spring.

3. The day I got my Danish visa.  The sense of relief was unbelievable.  It was almost worth all the worry, to feel that euphoria of the worry just evaporating away.
Do you have any pet peeves?

Yes.  I probably have a lot of them, but the one I’ve noticed the most lately is people smoking at the bus stops.  More particularly, people smoking at both ends AND in the middle of the bus stop so that there’s nowhere for me to go to not be smoked on.  More, more particularly: people lighting up right next to me.  In my opinion, it should be as illegal as smoking on the bus, seeing as I have to stand there if I’m going to catch the bus.



Ahhhhh, it’s been a lovely break from baby-only blogging (although I’m well aware that he leaked into this post a lot too…) but it’s feeding time in our household, and I have to run and post this now, otherwise it’ll never get posted!