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The first fall of snow

Today was the first fall of snow where I live. It’s time like this when I miss home the most, Christmas and winter time. I miss going out in the backyard covered in gloves and winter boots that never quite fit. I miss coming inside to the smell of my mom’s home cooked dinner with rosy cold cheeks and a sniffling nose. I miss my mom’s hugs, big arms wrap around my tiny body, covered in warm love from head to toe, I miss her hot chocolate that warmed my hands and burned my tongue.

I miss my home town, a home I never truly got to know, it’s feels foreign hearing my parents talking about the street names and corner shops, places I feel so close to but yet so far… I miss Copenhagen in Christmas time, I miss the Danish Christmas music playing in stores, I miss the feeling of my dads rough hands pulling my hat down over my eyebrows. I miss the winter markets and the smell of Copenhagen when it snows, like wet asphalt and crispy almonds.

I miss my childhood home and I miss the time when my parents were the best people in the world, I miss the time when my dad seemed to have all the answers. I miss the kid I was and I long to feel the safety of a home.