Holidays away from home?

My first holidays in Denmark are over. I am pretty pleased that I could spend christmas at home and not at the hospital. After 9 weeks in hospital I was allowed to go home, but only by promissing to do nothing more there then I was already doing in room 24. So Although I am lying down all day and have to ask people (mainly the Hubby) to wait on me it is wonderful to spend time with Mr. F and Pan all day long. I have witnessed Mr. F's first steps and all his developments in the two weeks we could all spend at home over the holidays. Finally I could have longer conversations with Pan and in the privacy of our home (not with strangers listening in all the time) and although the first days were a bit tough for us to get re-acquainted as you will (it is crazy how you adapt to certain intsitutional routines such as fixed lunch hours)  this situation is so much better for everyone and we are very happy. Lets see how long this "quaranteen" lasts, little baby brother is supposed to come in 9 weeks from now - so hopefully I will be back on my feet by March (or even sooner)

So i'm back "home", home in Frederiksberg where I live with my little family. "Home" is always a tricky word for me, as we say "heima" in icelandic and it has a much broader meaning for Icelanders. The stewardesses on flights for example will say "welcome home" in Icelandic to a plane full of visiting Icelanders-living-abroad and you can live in the US for a decade but still call Iceland "home". But why would I? Being born in France and spent many years living there (although I mostly grew up in Reykjavík) I could just as well call Brittany "home". However, when I lived 3 years in Cambridge I dont remember calling it home - perhaps because I always knew I would not stay much longer there than required by my studies. Now I live in Copehagen and I intend to be here for a while. For the first time in 8 years I feel I have a "cozy home" where all my things are (still have to get some books in storage from my mother) and I feel its the right place to be in. Even though it doesnt mean we will stay in this appartment the next 10 years - it already feels a bit small with one kid and all his toys- Copenhagen should be home for some time.

which means we will probably celebrate christmas here more often than not. Maybe not every year, thats what it means to be a multinational family, but I liked the traditional feel to it. The Ris-a-la-mande (delicious rice pudding), duck and karamalised potatoes, singing christmas songs, the Queen's speech on new years eve, the champagne and marzipan cake at midnight and all the crazy fireworks ringing in the new year. I thought we were crazy in Iceland, who thougt that the Danes could go bonkers like that!? So Thanks to my family and lovely in-laws for making these christmas wonderful, with hopefully many more to come, but possibly the only ones I will not have done anything and just lied like a princess on a pea - waiting for things to come and patting my belly.