Reflections
I can’t believe that I have arrived in the States already. Eight hours of flight- just like that and I’m in a whole new continent. I was surprised that I wasn’t sentimental leaving Denmark. But perhaps I’m so used to traveling that I feel indifferent when it comes to good-byes. Life goes on. Plus there’s practically no distance between people nowadays. Technology really bridges these gaps for you… Don’t get me wrong though; I will surely miss the pastries, weekend outings with friends and definitely some “hygge-ness” (coziness in Danish) oh AND of course excellent public transportation that can actually help get me to places (since I don’t drive in America). But I know that I’m bringing back the essence of Denmark with me and that this semester will forever change how I view the world. I might not have been able to accomplish some of my initial personal goals such as putting academics first or knowing what to do with my life by now. I’m proud for challenging myself and trying new things such as rappelling down the cliff in Sweden and learning how to bike at Bornholm Island in Denmark.
At least I understood how to be happy and not worry. At least I learned how to have fun. At least now I love Scandinavian design. At least I fell in love with scarves and skinny jeans (both of which characterizes Danish fashion during winter). At least I have a whole new outlook on money. And most importantly, at least I’ve learned to let things be.
Not bad for learning all of this in the past four months, huh?
We are in America!
Julie, Lily and I got out of the plane in DC and it suddenly hit hard that we were in fact in the land of America. We were quite excited to see Starbucks and Wendy’s. Everyone’s speaking English and we can actually eavesdrop into other people’s conversations. The moment we pulled out our American phones, we had to re-learn how to use them. “Wait, so where’s the ‘back’/'space’ key again?” It look me five minutes to send a text message because oh #7 is where you can add emoticons and #3 is where you add symbols. I’m sure all of us will come to experience reverse culture-shock in many different ways.
The “So…How was Denmark?” Question
Julie and I contemplated over the one question that we will absolutely dread and hate for the next seven months or so in our lives. “So how was Denmark?” Ahh.. it was.. good! Quite honestly, I don’t know where to start. Should I begin with my experiences with the host family, the academics, the social welfare system, my trips to London/Istanbul/Athens/Rome? You see, I think it’s quite impossible to summarize all of the above in just two minutes. We’d have to sit down and spend some time together. But talking about the weather often seems like a good starting point.
ps- I was reading the Skymall Magazine on the flight back looking at some of the interesting products available for purchase. A BBQ branding iron to personalize your barbeque? Right.. of course that’s a necessary addition…







































