I got a message from Duncan the other day saying that he loved me and missed my 'skittish way of thinking'. Skittish, I wondered? I had sent him the below email, which, upon reflection, made me laugh:
Copes is brilliant, as expected. I've been very taken by this kind of layered, very light biscuit-nearly-pastry thing they do here with lemony icing and sprinkles of raspberries. The bakeries are a sight to behold, I tell you. My first week was all blossoms and trees on fire with colour the way only Europe seems to bother with, and I mostly read in parks and walked up and down the lakes.
It's so sunny and warm here, every day is lovely and I've done quite a bit of writing, lots and lots of reading, and some nice day-drinking around the place. I've met up with old friends and made a few new ones, and am wondering if I should consider staying the year, not just the summer? Having said that, this morning I drafted an email to my old Head of English to look into a PhD at Adelaide University, which I had my heart set on for a good hour or two, so I'm nothing if not flighty.
It's so nice to have space and no one to answer to. I like seeing where my mind goes.
No pants, no plans is my motto.
I like working out who I am without distractions or obligations. I like not knowing the language especially. All the words are floating around me but not for me. I am comforted by their sound and not distracted by their meaning. It used to be that I didn't like reading on the train, found it hard to concentrate when people were talking around me. I didn't ever want to listen but couldn't help but hear the awful or boring or irritating things they were saying.
Being in Copenhagen is the opposite of that, all the time, and I love it.