The beggining

Whenever I tell the short story of how I came to this very point in my life, I am always told that I was lucky, that it wasn’t necessarily hard work and perseverance, but rather a planetary alignment in favor of my zodiac sign.

As my first post, I would like to briefly share with you my journey –  I received my letter of acceptance in the Multimedia Designer Program at Lillebaelt Academy on the 30th Nov 2009. Packed my very large suitcase and started my two days journey on a bus three weeks later. It was a cold, bleak December night (which as I am writing it sounds like the first line in a cheap crime novel). To say it was grueling is putting it mildly. Arrived at my destination numb and tired in the middle of the night. There was no person in sight and I couldn’t reach my cousin, who was supposed to pick me up. Finally we met up and proceeded to take the bus to Rasmus Rask Kollegiet, my new home for the next 2 years.

My first impression of my dorm room was that it was cold, impersonal and had no curtains – which was a big problem seeing as I was at the ground floor. For the next 2 weeks before school started I proceeded to buy a bike, learn how to ride a bike for the very first time and get to know my new surroundings. I also invested a significant amount of money into jeans, as I kept ripping them off while falling off my bike at least once a day. And this is where the great depression of having to start a new life ended. Once school started I got to meet a whole lot of people with the same interests and passions as me – some more than others; I got to experience the Danish way of partying and drinking, which caused the great blackouts of 2011, swore off Tequila, had my share of heartbreaks, met my husband, swore off Tequila for the second time, tried bartending for the first time (which is something I always assumed was a much more glamorous job) and found the place that I now call home.

I am so in love with with Denmark! It saddens me to read on numerous blogs about many expats’ terrible experience with this wonderful country. I think it takes time to understand the Danish way of being, the culture, to adjust to the weather and hardest of all – to learn the language. I won’t talk about Denmark in the general sense, because there’s such a mix of cultures, but the people I have met have been nothing but kind, understanding and helpful.

Below are some oldies but goldies – some of the first pictures in Denmark.