Social Media Blues

I hate social media.
No, actually I love it.
I love it for it's amazing abilities to keep the world in touch, 24/7. Even if the world is just you few who take the time to read these words from me. 

Because of the beauty of Facebook, twitter, Tumblr, and many, many other platforms, I can effectively keep in-the-know of most things going on outside my little Lolland bubble. (Except when people don't tell me. I know Djanga got out, Mum & Dad. Grrr.)

But sometimes social media makes me reeaaal mad. I know I promised this update to come out real quick, bam-bam, T-K-O. But Blogger blocked me out. I got all these messages, and firewalls and red tape, but the end of the story was that I was only able to gain access today. 

So I sat there, for a week, with a half-written blog that I needed to finish, like this.

Blogger will never realise my rage.

But anyway, I can finish this now. So finish it I shall! Prepare your battle axes!

I finally got a visit from home! On one happy Friday, we picked up my Aussie grandparents in Copenhagen and went on a cute canal tour, and lunched in Nyhavn like the tourists we became. Hvor dejlig!

BUT

*cue dark music* (play this whilst reading for full narrative effect)

A dark cloud descended upon their idyllic afternoon... 
A day of sunshine, al fresco lunches and over-price boat trips in their wake;
The happy four coasted down highway E47.
They awaited nothing but Jazz music, fields of corn, and broken English...
But something dark loomed on their horizons...

It all occurred in a mere matter of minutes. A bump. A gasp.
The terrible pain of disappointment.
The anger at Mercedes' anti-theft technology.
A puncture on the highway is no laughing matter! 

(You can cut the music now)

We couldn't change it because of some stupid anti-theft technology Mercedes cars have now, which means you need a special key to change it. We didn't have it, and added an extra hour and a half to our journey home, which cancelled our afternoon plans. But we came home to a throng of well-wishers, welcoming us home for a dinner party.
Food and conversation flowed like the wine, which flowed a little too well. 
The next three days I spent in Copenhagen with them, doing every touristy thing I could imagine. They also brought me TIM TAMS (omg) and more goodies from Australia, and in return I gave them some super special Kaj Bojesen tin soldier for them to take back home to Australia. It was sad to say goodbye, but it'll only be a couple of months until I see them again... so not so hard :)

He's gonna protect them on the plane.

August also marked the end of an era: I moved families again. I am no longer the ward of the Gunnersens, however I will miss them and their wooded glen in which I could do endless jump-punch dances and visit the woods without leaving my backyard. Now, I'm over in the 'Villa Quarter', and am back in a family of giants. Back to being at chest height again!

Anyway, in the week and a half that I have been with my new family, I have been pretty much Denmark 'round. 
My hectic 2 weeks went as follows: Valdemar Slot on Saturday, Aalborg Sunday-Tuesday. I my Grey Nomads (grandparents) were then with me from Friday-Monday. I moved houses on Tuesday. Wednesday and Thursday saw me in Randers with my new host family to visit my new host brother on his 18th birthday! We toured around Randers and then sped all the way home, with our grey people-mover breaking the sound barrier in a successful attempt to cut an entire hour off our travelling time. Friday saw me back at school and everyone else at work.
Normal day? No.  
That night, we hopped back into the Speedy Gonzales of a people mover and drove up to Copenhagen, where over the course of two days, we moved my new host sister into her swanky Hellerup apartment. That involved going to IKEA 4 TIMES IN ONE DAY. Never. Again.
Finally, finally, on Sunday evening, we drove home. It was strange, both the sense of permanence and the sense of finality. This is my last family. The very last.
The next time I pack my bags, the only place I'll be going is the airport. 

And that is a very scary thought.

And on that note, I'll see you in a few weeks!

Vi ses, 
Georgia.