In the spirit of honesty, and because I'm fairly certain the only person reading this blog is my mom (hey mom!), today has been an especially lonely-feeling day. Having left the hostel in Stockholm that had strangely started feeling like home after six days, followed by five hours of train travel, I arrived in the center of Copenhagen with an unexpected pang of loneliness I hadn't anticipated. Perhaps the feeling sprung from the fact that I've hit the two-week mark, a travel threshold I've never surpassed before - so in a way, when I packed my bags this morning in Stockholm, a small corner of my brain assumed we were homeward bound. But I think once I've adjusted to the new sights, sounds, and smells of Copenhagen (and hopefully met a few new friends in the hostel!), I'll settle in. Snapped this photo as I found my way from the train station to hostel, bags in hand, feeling particularly alone...took a moment to stop & admire the setting sun reflected against glass. As they say, it's the little things.