Dear Denmark

Here is a little something I wrote on the plane while waiting to take off from the Copenhagen airport. It’s taken me awhile to add it to the blog…. guess I just didn’t want to admit that some of the most amazing months of my life were over. Luckily I gained, saw and learned so much from the experience that my time in Denmark will never truly be forgotten.

Dear Denmark, 

As I sit here, during my last few minutes on Danish land, I can’t help but reflect on what you’ve given me these last four months. While checking my passport, some one working at the airport commented, “Oh, headed to Raleigh, guess your going home?” Yes, it’s true. I am going home and I can’t wait to see my family and friends. (Not to mention seeing the sun again). However, it’s hard not to feel like I’m also leaving a home here that I have created, which is just as equal to my life back in North Carolina…however just as special in it’s own way.

I have a new Danish family…filled with Americans from all different states, Danes, Icelandic friends, even Norwegians. These are people that I know will be in my life forever, regardless of the distance. And even though once my flight takes off and I leave you Denmark, I will forever remember and be affected by everything you have taught me. I’m honestly speechless by how much I’ve grown in the city of candles and blankets. How awesome is a place in the world whose culture is surrounded by their own word for cozy? (Hyggeligt)

Thank you Denmark for teaching me independence, and how to think and act for myself. Thank you for being my portal and allowing me to travel parts of the world I’ve always wanted to see…and places I never even knew about. Thanks for being the perfect and comfy home that I always craved after these long travels. Not to mention…thanks for teaching me how to survive biking 7 miles uphill. Thanks for helping me discover my outdoorsy side, and teaching me how to appreciate nature and the world for what it has to give us.  Thanks for helping me experience another way of living, which has allowed me to look at the world in a whole new light.

Thanks for showing me what true good friends are, while helping me reflect on how lucky I am to have such great friends back at home…along with how fortunate I am to have now gained even more lifetime friends. Thanks for helping me fall in love, and showing me the right way to be loved by a person. Thank you for showing me the importance of family, and reminding me how amazing mine is…and even though however far I am they will always be there for me in every way they can.

Thanks for helping me become better at taking shots..

….and this was the point that the stewardess scolded me for putting away my phone. Good thing too because I could write about Denmark forever.

Hope to see you again, Denmark!


A quick thought on the train

Today in my psychology of human sexuality class, our professor Karina surprised us with delicious cupcakes. More importantly, she shared with us some interesting insight that has stuck with me during my snowy train ride return to Hillerød.

“You can never truly go back” is what she told us when referring to our approaching return to the states in two weeks. She further explained that we will never be able to truly return to the psychological state that we were in before we left home. After returning back to our life, family and friends in the states, we will quickly realize how much we’ve changed. We are now apart of a network of international people and a new way of thinking…and the personal way we view things and life will forever be different.

It’s a little daunting to think about, but I’m pretty positive Karina is right. I know I’ve talked about how fortunate I feel for this experience, but it’s just starting to hit me how anxious I am to return back to my life in North Carolina. While it is exciting, I’m interested to experience life at home with a whole new outlook on general ways of living and the world. Beside the 3:30 sunsets…it’s overwhelming to begin to list everything I will miss about Denmark. I’ll be trying my best to enjoy what’s left of my remaining time here.