Sunday

This is what my Sunday is looking like. Although, the last two weeks have looked exactly the same. I've watched a years worth of reality TV and sitcoms in the last 12 days. I think I've forgotten how to walk.

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Home sick

I’m having a really hard time at the moment. Ever since I got back from Rome I have been thinking about home and home for me will always and forever be Brisbane. I’ve been constantly in my head about this and really trying to think what I want and what I should do next. I might just be feeling this way because I miss my man (He is in London for the next few days) but I think it is more than that.

I came to Denmark because I didn’t really know what I wanted my life to be about. I am still unsure for the most part but I know I want a huge part of my life to be about my relationships with my family and my friends. I want to have better relationships with the people I love and I want to be closer to them.

Basically, I can think of a million and one reasons to go home but I can only think of one reason to stay here in Denmark: I want to learn Danish!. I hate myself for doing this to myself but I am mentally not here in Copenhagen anymore. I want to want to stay here and make it work but ultimately I don’t think I can enjoy being here much longer when I know all the comfort and love I ever need in my life is in Brisbane.

I know this is a decision I have to make for myself. I just don’t want to end up regretting it – I think I am also secretly afraid that people will judge me for giving up so easily. The Viking in me wants to stay and prove to myself I can do it, but that wimpy fucking goddess in me says “follow your heart” … and my heart is in Brisbane. FUCK.

I’ve thought a little about what (if anything) I will do differently if and when I get back to Brisbane and to tell you the truth, I don’t think a lot will change. And that I am worried about. I don’t want to be home for 3 months and think to myself ‘I should have tried harder to stay in Denmark’.

Sometimes it just takes extracting yourself from your usual influences to discover what it is that really matters to you. Fuck, that was expensive.

I still haven’t made up my mind.

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Rome

McHandsomepants and I spent Easter in Rome. The most religious holiday of the year in one of the most religious city's in the world. Good choice.
We are not religious at all! I just liked the idea of eating pizza for a week and getting some sun.

The weather was a welcome change. I was so overjoyed to be walking around outside wearing a T-shirt and sandals. I even have a criss-cross tan on my feet - It makes me happy to look down and see it.

To be honest, the pizza and pasta that we ate in Rome isn't worth reporting on. We have eaten better pizza here in Copenhagen! We mostly ended up finding cheap restaurants selling Margherita pizza's for 5 Euro and drinking water we had in our backpack.

We did all the touristy things. It took up the week quite well really. We even had a day spare to re-visit our favourite places. Colosseum, Trevi fountain, Spanish Steps, Pantheon, Villa Borghese, Vatican City and we even went to the zoo.

It was such a nice week, even though the bed at the hostel was hard as a rock and my man got sick from McDonald's (of all places) - But it's nothing Gelato can't fix.

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Get In

The GIOGO Show. Get in or Get out.



Convoy and Street Etiquette

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Selby

The Selby - Hello new time-waster!



If you are as snoopy as I am when it comes to seeing how people decorate their living spaces, Click it!

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DK

The main purpose of my trip to Denmark was to show them (the Danes) that I want to be in their club - So badly.
I want to be Danish. I want to eat pastry everyday and cycle through the city like a pro. I want to hold a short but sweet conversation with someone in complete, perfectly pronounced Danish. Heck, I even want to call their Queen my own.

I'm lucky enough to have been born into a family with a Dane for a father (few will know the pleasure of even meeting a Dane). This good fortune has allowed me to submit an application to the people of Denmark, pleading them to let me join their club. And you know what, They let me in!

I received my Danish certificate of citizenship in the mail last week and I couldn't be more proud of myself. So, I just want to say thank you to Denmark and make a promise to the people, that I will learn to love rugbrød, I will endeavour to assemble the perfect smørrebrød and I will master the art of pronouncing 'rød grøde med fløde'

Tak skal du have, Danmark

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