Vi Ses, Not Hej Hej

A journey is best measured in friends rather than miles. – Tom Cahill

I can measure my journeys of the past year and a half by either of these standards. I’ve certainly covered a lot of ground, as my frequent flyer’s miles and passport stamps can attest. And I've made an enormous amount of wonderful, and very special friends.
I moved to Denmark for adventure, and I certainly found more than my fair share of it, both there and on my travels. I've gained knowledge, experience, and another place that a part of me will always think of as home.

When I first started out, I had no idea the impact my stint in Copenhagen was going to have on me. I planned to get in, do my one year, and get back out; either back to the States, or on to somewhere else. If offered an extension, I had no intention of taking it. What I never expected was to fall in love with the country, the people, the work and one very special gentleman (you know who you are). Now, 18 months later, I've scoured the job market, and searched for any loopholes to stay in Denmark, or at least to return. 

The problem I've discovered with spending a long time in places is that you leave a bit of yourself behind. The size of the piece can vary or course, but, big or small, it takes its toll. Leaving Copenhagen was harder than I ever imagined it would be.

In conclusion of this chapter:
Thanks to DIS for giving me a chance.
Thanks to the Americans for being a family away from home.
Thanks to the Danes, for shattering the stereotype of the cold, unwelcoming Danish. 
Thanks to everyone for accepting and appreciating my particular brand of weirdness. 

Denmark, I will be back.