07/11/2023
This was always my favorite season when I lived in Copenhagen. It was these Autumn days where the sun dipped low in the sky earlier and earlier, a cool breeze whipped through the city streets during the day and a bite was definitely in the air at night. It was the days of sunshine on my skin while I wore a tan trench coat while biking to and from the city center to meet a friend for coffee (chai latte for me). The days of prepping for a long, cold, dark winter ahead, but the changing of the season always ushered me into a season of rest and coziness. Hygge, as the Danes call it. And it was my favorite thing. With candles lit and jazz music playing, warm things baking in the oven, and friends drinking wine at my table, they were some of my most favorite and cherished days of my life.
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I’ve been a lot of places in my life. I’ve lived in a few of them. There’s no questioning my patriotism and love for my home country of America, but there is something about Denmark that will always hold a very big piece of my heart. And yes, as much as I said I would probably never live there again, I wonder if I someday I’ll return. I find myself reminiscing frequently over how much that small country changed me, and I think I’ll a carry part of Danish culture with me for as long as I live. The community, the simplicity, the appreciation for the mundane, the beauty, and even the moodiness.