Daheim, home and hjem.

On days like today I miss Daheim. Daheim is in Austria, with my family. My parents, my brothers, my grandparents, my friends, my old roots. Where I grew up, where I was a child, where I started to evolve into the person I am today. I miss it because after all it’s my family and sometimes, when you don’t feel well, being Daheim is the best cure anybody could ever ask for.

On days like today I miss home. Home is in Virginia, Philadelphia, New York City, the states in general, where my second family lives, where the greatest friends I could ever wish for live. Sometimes you need a bucket full of ice cream to feel better and your friends are always just around the corner to share that with you. On your best and on your worst days.

On days like today I am happy I am hjem. With A. Because frankly, although I miss my family, I miss my friends, although I miss the places I have been and I miss being there… Frankly, all that becomes secondary because now I have the greatest gift of all and that is being with A, always. I couldn’t wish for a better Daheim. I can’t wish for a better home and I do have the best hjem ever.

 

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