I will not write for the world to see until I’m confident that I’m not doing it to impress others. The closest person to me once taught me that. For the past couple of months life has taken me on journeys i have never thought possible, i experienced it all. The good, the bad, the…… Continue reading Writing to write
Coming here still doesn’t feel like I’m back in my old life. It’s been a few weeks that i’ve been trying to put the past five months into words to no attain. Since I got here I’ve been having this feeling like I’m here on a vacation and I’ll be back home in Aarhus…… Continue reading So “How was Denmark”?
A friend once told me it’s not about where you are, it’s about who you’re with. Knowing this friend, i’m sure he wasn’t thinking of it in a “halfway across the earth” sense. But I am. I’m thinking of it in the context of leaving everything and everyone and running to a place where you…… Continue reading Feels like home