The Sounds of Skindergade

Velkommen til København!

… and Skindergade

I’ve been in Copenhagen for almost 9 days now and I already love it! It took a few days but this place is truly growing on me. Initially, I was shocked that I was actually in Copenhagen, Denmark… like WOAH.. who signed me up for this? Oh yeah, I did. The first few days took a bit of adjusting. First of all, you have to get over the jet lag. There were moments in the day where I thought I would never adjust to the time difference. I’d lie WIDE awake in bed at night thinking of home and the fact that I’m so far away. I’d toss and turn, then toss and turn… again… and again… until I finally fell asleep.

But, after a week here I’ve started to enjoy the sound of kids shouting outside my window until the break of dawn. I love the breeze that flows through my bedroom window as I lie in bed. I’m intrigued by the sounds I hear late at night; Boys clapping and singing “chase the vodka, drink the Jäger!” on the benches across the street, the sound of heels clicking on cobblestone, men whistling on their stroll home as the parties wind down and the new morning arrives, the clocks that literally ring every five minutes, and even the extremely loud garbage trucks that are heard for hours in the morning. And I know it sounds like the city is busting, but it’s not. Strangely enough, the streets are quiet. It’s not a loud roar, but it’s quiet enough to hear the drop of a dime late at night. How else would I be able to hear the guy whistling a block over?

Soon enough, I’ll be one of the kids out there on those benches singing, clapping, and dancing at all hours of the night! While being respectful of neighbors, of course… But, these streets are quickly becoming home as I venture out into the city and learn a new way back each day. Cheers to whatever awaits me!

Hej Hej, Amira

(bye-bye, Amira)

What’s in My Bag?

Hello Friends!

My pre-departure anxiety is at its peak. I am anxiously awaiting my departure with a million thoughts racing through my head. Surprisingly they aren’t fears about living abroad. Instead, I’m overthinking my long trip to Denmark and what I’ve packed.

Will 2 hours be enough time to get through TSA? Are my bags too heavy? Will my flight be delayed? Do I have everything I need? Did I pack too much? What if… you get the point. 

You should know I’m terrible at packing and far from a minimalist. Although I try to minimize, it’s just not who I am. I’m so used to taking any and everything to school each fall when I head to Vanderbilt. However, it’s sort of impossible to do that when you’re limited to one suitcase and a carry-on item. Sure, I could bring another checked bag… for an additional ridiculous fee. Never. So, I’ve somehow managed to pack my life into a 50-pound bag and one carry-on. How you ask? I have no idea!

But seriously, for the past few days, I have packed, unpacked, and repacked several times. Each time I would weigh my luggage with a handy dandy luggage scale I found at Target. I shed a few tears (not really) as I slowly but surely removed a ton of the items I thought I could bring. I was forced to pick what I thought was essential for my trip.


Checked luggage — exactly 50 pounds!!


In my bags, I made sure I packed all of my toiletries: shampoo, conditioner, styling creams, gel, face wash, soap, toothpaste, etc. I brought all of my cosmetics and haircare that I knew I wouldn’t find in Denmark. I packed my MUST have clothing articles and things that would be comfortable but still fashionable. (I’ve learned that Danish style is usually simple and practical; something you can bike to work in.) I made sure to pack for some summer weather, fall and ESPECIALLY winter! Hopefully, I have enough!

See you soon Copenhagen!

Farvel For Nu Venner…

“Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.” ― Terry Pratchett

God Dag!

That’s “good day” in Danish. My poor attempt to learn Danish since being accepted to DIS Copenhagen has taught me key phrases and not-so-key phrases. But fear not! Duolingo HAS taught me to say, “Jeg er en kvinde”… I am a woman. You’re probably wondering how this will help me, and quite honestly, I am too.

As my departure date quickly approaches, it seems like my days at home are becoming shorter. Which means I only have a measly 12 days to cram in months worth of Duolingo. Kidding. These past few days I have begun to pack for my 4-month journey to Denmark, which has not been easy. I don’t think I’ve ever been good at packing so this will be my first challenge with going abroad!

In preparation for my big move to Denmark, someone suggested that I read Hellen Russell’s book, “The Year of Living Danishly.” Since I’m only 10 pages in I can’t say much about it. However, I look forward to learning about the Danish way of life and possibly relating to Hellen’s experiences while living Danishly myself.

Before I go, I’d like to give an official welcome to my new blog! If you click on the handy dandy “About Me” button you’ll find lots of information about me and my academic interests. This page includes why I chose to study in the beautiful city of Copenhagen and DIS. If that isn’t enough for you, refer to the “Contact Me” page to contact me about your undying questions. Lastly, I’m fairly new to this whole writing thing so bear with me as I learn how to navigate the blog world. In the meantime, I can only hope that you will enjoy reading my posts as much as I’ll enjoy creating them.

Goodbye for now friends…