By the time this post is 12 hours old, I will officially have been in Denmark for fifty days. All I can say really is: “wow”. Denmark has been so good to me, and of course, Denmark has been so good for me as well. Long have I passed my personal record for time spent away from home on my own (two weeks while I traveled to New York city). I’ve been here for seven weeks now. It is crazy to think about really, fifty days prior I was in the Toronto airport, saying goodbye to my family, my friends, and my country. and fifty days later I’m sitting on the edge of my bed writing a blog post; reminiscing about old memories, and old faces.
But, no matter, new life – new me.
I’ve been up to a lot recently. I toured an old prison on the east coast of Denmark, I was able to see one of Denmarks mega-farms, a massive facility responsible for a huge chunk of Denmarks agriculture production, and of course, I’ve seen a great many of the Danish cities – Odense, København, Roskilde, Vejle, etc. Of course, I have to manage all of this while also maintaining a school life. On top of all this, I must also maintain a personal life. Maintaining a personal life while abroad is harder than one may imagine. It is true that I have a lot of free time, but it can be difficult to preserve who you are while you’re away from home. One the one hand, you wish to become an integrated into your new culture and be indistinguishable from any other Dane. But on the other hand, you want to preserve your culture and maintain who you were before you left home. For instance, flannel and plaid are rather uncommon and unfashionable in Denmark; but, as a Canadian, you’ll have to tear my flannel from my cold, dead, hands.
A lot can happen in fifty days. There are years where nothing happens, and there are weeks where years can happen.