You know what? I take it back. I take the whole stupid I’m-fine-I-love-it-here thing back. Because sometimes I am fine, and sometimes I do love it here. But then other times I just want to run away. And I’m so afraid that I’ll get home and feel the same way. In fact, I know that’s what will happen. And here, you can always do the fortune-cookie trick (you know, where you add “in bed” to the fortune) and add “in Denmark” to any experience to remember that it’s cool. For example: “I just missed a final exam…in Denmark.” But when I get home, what do I say? “Life sucks… in Buffalo, New York.” That’s just stating the obvious, eh?