Although I love living in Copenhagen, I fly back to Norway as often as I can. I grew up in the woods, and seeing the seasons change in the city is just not the same as it is in the forest. Because of the warm summer we’ve had this year, the blueberries were ripe early and my mom and I went into the woods to pick a few before I went back to Copenhagen. Although there were not really that many, we (more like she, as I was caught up in picking pine cones) filled a box for me to take home to Copenhagen.
It’s quite difficult not to eat the berries as you pick them, but the thought of having them on your yoghurt (or in my gin lemon) later in the fall makes it all worth it. Picking pinecones are a lot more fun because they are everywhere and much bigger and easier to pick. I have no idea what to do with all of them, but I just had to have them.
What might be the very best thing about being outside in the forest is the smell. Picking warm pinecones and blueberries while being surrounded by this amazing scent quickly reminds me why I need to leave the city once in a while. The duality is what really makes me appreciate both living in the city, and coming back to the woods. I grew up there, and although I adore living in a big city and can not picture moving to the countryside (at least not right now), I’m sure I will always feel this pull towards the element I grew up in and I love that I have the opportunity to go back here to have a break from my life in Copenhagen where everything moves faster.