The time I left home.
Even though I’m only, almost 25 years old, I already feel like I’ve left home a lot.
As discussed so many times with myself, Denmark is home home, but where I am right now – in this very moment – is my home. Leaving Denmark to go to London, leaving London for Denmark, Denmark for Lisbon, Lisbon for Denmark, and now Denmark for Dublin – I feel like I’ve been away from home a lot and it has and it will give me so much experience and so many memories for years to come – hopefully.
“Home is not a place – it’s a feeling”, Unknown
I remember the first time I left home for good. Back when I moved to Lisbon, Portugal. This was when I really felt like I was to be my own person. To have my own life and my own memories. But also I felt like I could be whoever I wanted to be.
It was hard, but I knew it was the right thing to do. I remember how I felt when I booked the flight ticket, I remember studying Lisbon and the company that I had to work for. I remember the excitement, but also the nervous feelings of the unknown. A feeling that would feel so good.
“Going into the unknown is how you expand the known”, Julien Smith
I remember the time I had to “celebrate” leaving. I remember my friends being there. No matter when and where I’ve been leaving, I’ve always celebrated with my friends and family. Those are the best parties. This is the time you really figure out who your friends are. The ones you want to spent your very last time with before you leave.
Once I had finished the partying and said my goodbyes it was time to spent time with the family. The excitement mixed with fear and the quiteness. The quiteness, because of not realizing that tomorrow I will get on a plane and move somewhere totally new.
I remember when I had to say goodbye to my family. Even though I know I was doing the right thing and it was my bleeding desire, it was tough. I remember trying to keep my shit together when hugging them at the airport.
Flying out to a new place, a new country, new experiences and new environments is the most thrilling thing I feel like I can do. For me it doesn’t matter if I move my entire life or going on a vacation – everytime I go somewhere else, somewhere new, I feel like “this is what I want to do for the rest of my life”.
3 1/2 hours in a plane and my new life had to start. A life in Lisbon. I had no idea where I had to go, I had no idea what was to happen, and I had no idea how long I would be here – and I loved the feeling.
The Time I Left Home.