When I first came to Denmark a few years ago, I marvelled. Everything was lovely. It all pleased me - the streets, the buildings, the food, the people. It felt like oddly like home. 'I could live here', I messaged Leonard, within an hour of checking into my hotel.
I didn't know then I'd end up doing just that. But after the year I've had, and feeling ready to make change, Copenhagen felt like as good a place as any. Not time away to work anything out so much as time to just be. For the first time in years I don't feel conflicted or worried, I'm not hesitant and I'm not longing for anything. It's pretty wonderful.
And this town, living here, working out the day-to-day; it's a dream. My little flat is bright and warm, the trees are in blossom and the days are long and slow. I keep laughing at how good it all feels.