Coming back to Copenhagen

After 10 days(11th to 21st ) in Madrid I can’t but talk about the feeling ”be at home” Possibly all the people  living abroad have said at some point ”This feels like home” when we’ve cooked a tortilla de patatas, eaten jamon, or watched our favorite football team game. But reality, at least in my case, is very different. I don’t feel at home due to gastronomic reasons, after all you can always cook a tortilla as far as you got eggs, potatoes and a pan. And nowadays you can watch football games all over the world. What really makes you feel at home, as Dani told me, is that routine you’ve developed along several years. 

The one you curse when you are sunk into it, the same that you miss when you’re far away.

And it really applies to me. Nothing will make me feel more at home that those little fights with my mom, or a bunch of freshmen coming to the sport club to enroll the basket team after the deadline. That feeling doesn’t fit any suitcase. There is no tortilla all over the world that can equal a Sunday morning when my mother would ask “what time did you arrive?” and I invariably answer “15 to 3 am” even if I arrived just 10 minutes ago. Such a petty thing as your friend making fun of you because your last mistake during the football game, that can be what makes you say ”I’m at home”