My last Sunday in Copenhagen. A sad thing to write - it's hard to believe these three months have all gone by. It feels like I just landed, and also like I've always been here. Time is strange that way.
I made a point to have a day of it, to do things right and soak it all up. So I started with breakfast at Atelier September (the best granola, and I do love their bowls of latte), then saw the HOME exhibition at the Danish Architecture Centre and danced around the Olafur Eliasson light installation, walked across to Islands Brygge for some lunch and a grapefruit spritzer, then threw myself into the harbour for a glorious swim. I love that right there, at the centre of town, just opposite the theatre and down from the library and in between a working harbour everyone strips down and bathes in the sparkling clean water. It really is the most amazing town, families and young people and oldies on bikes, everyone out and about and making the most of these long summer days.
I bought a takeaway rhubarb and gin drink from Kihoskh and packed my bags, packed away my books and clothes and life there in Vesterbro. What a damn joy, to have had such a long and near-perfect time of it. I hope I always remember how good it feels, being here and being on my own.