Sometimes, mostly when I'm feeling how very far away I am from my family and friends, I don't want to live here anymore. But then I go to work and really enjoy an interaction with a coworker. And when I get home, I realize that Calvin is babbling in something that sounds like Danish. And when I look out the window at midnight the sky still has blue in it. So tonight I'm going to sleep anticipating having a pastry that taste like butter with chocolate on top for breakfast.