Fateful words: I can manage a monthly project on top of the travelling I'll be doing, no worries! 3 months later, with two external harddrives running low on memory and my laptop actually refusing to work on multiple instances because the application memory had run out, I finally decided to distill the last three months of disparate video footage into something resembling coherence, after spending practically all of May in the library, trying to stuff a semester's worth of content into my head for exams.
And really, it comes down to two simple lessons: seasons and home. The process of seeing foggy, bare-tree'd winter transform into lush spring colours and sunshine has truly been such a special experience, perhaps best summed up by my Finnish friend saying she associated summer with the sound of leaves, rustling in the wind. The sound of leaves. Because you don't hear it in winter. My god, do we take our evergreen Australian trees for granted.
Second lesson: home. Because three months of travelling both abroad and within Denmark means that 'going back home' (the thought always accompanied with a mixture of dread at the onset of 'normality' and relief at familiar comforts) has become Aarhus as much as it is Sydney.