The Moment I Knew I Was Home

As of today, I have spent 8 days, 11 hours, and 50 minutes in Denmark. Or, in my preferred measurement of time, I have consumed seven glorious ice cream cones, crossed nine adventures off of my Copenhagen bucket list, and filled twenty pages in my journal. This week has felt more like its weight inContinue reading “The Moment I Knew I Was Home”

The Character of Copenhagen Construction

I’ve been in Copenhagen for four days now, and the luster of the everyday is hardly wearing off. My steady love for anything and everything that this city has thrown at me has forced me to diagnose myself with Rose-Colored-Copenhagen syndrome— allow me to explain: during my first day here, I asked my danish flatmate,Continue reading “The Character of Copenhagen Construction”

Confessions of a Chronic Overpacker

Regardless of how many times I pack for a trip, I never learn. From one day, to two weeks, and now for four months, my suitcase zippers and I continue to defy reason. I feel like I’ve gone against the lesser known cousin of the law of gravity known as the law of suitcases-have-a-set-amount-of-items-they-can-contain. ButContinue reading “Confessions of a Chronic Overpacker”

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