Danish-American Baby Boy

On August 10, 2016 just a few days overdue my water broke. It was early am around 7:20 I believe and I remember the feeling … “this is it” while desperately walking around the apartment trying to gather the stuff I should have already packed in my hospital bag. Continue reading Danish-American Baby Boy

I’m coming home.

I couldn’t sleep last night. It’s always been difficult for me to finish my things on time, whenever I was moving. Usually it would turn out with last minute panic attacks. For whatever reason, most likely the fact that I know I’m making the absolut right decision, well, I managed to get ready on time!

It was a surreal feeling closing the door and dropping my key in the mailbox. This is going to be the end of not only my Copenhagen chapter but most likely also my life in Denmark.
My good friend, Charlotte picked me up and helped with my luggage to the airport. She’s an amazing girl and I can’t wait to show her hospitality in my new apartment.
But for now…
I’m coming home! @ gate B7, CPH airport.

Moving from Denmark

Waving my goodbyes.

It is no secret that I’m leaving Copenhagen. Friday morning I’m closing the door to my apartment for the last time.

Where exactly my next ‘home’ is going to be – I don’t know. I have a good guess but nothing is for sure. That’s why I love my family and my friends. Always being so supportive and .. I know, I’m never going to be left alone.

The last week or so, I’ve been hanging with old friends. Saying my goodbyes. It’s hard knowing that I might not see them for a very long time. But there’s no doubt in my heart that I’m doing what needs to be done.

Even strangers early Tuesday morning tell me that this is huge and I need to savor it. (Thank you, if you by any chance is reading this!)

Leaving CPH.

This has been a ride ….