Do you remember the exciting, impatient almost annoying feeling you could have as a child, looking at yourself in the mirror, wondering how you would one day look, when you would be all grown up? Whether you would look anything like your grown up surroundings, or perhaps someone completely different. In the teenage years the feeling slowly smoldered away, as you gradually get an answer to your question. Going through this surgery has recalled this funny feeling. I feel reconstructed, and as the days are passing, I'm slowly getting closer to knowing how I'm really going to look.
All grown up and stuff.
Tomorrow I'm getting my stitches out and I'll be able to come home to Copenhagen. I miss you! Time here has gone by with listening to no less than The King (yes, I have a thing for ELVIS), relaxing and browsing through op shops.
Coming home, I'll again be able to keep up with my daily blog-readings and visit your gorgeous blogs. I hope you'll be patient with replies.
SENDING YOU MY LOVE