Exactly one year ago today I took my 3rd attempt at moving to Denmark. I arrived on an overcast morning to a rather empty Copenhagen airport, trying to contain my excitement at being spoken to in Danish by airport security and at the same time fighting back thoughts of ‘what I have I done’.
I’m sitting at my desk in my apartment in Amager overlooking a stunning snow covered tree. I have a mound of photo images from work on my desktop from my new job as a social media editor. I have a diary full of exciting adventures and Christmas parties with some of my favourite people.