As cliché as it sounds, leaving Copenhagen was incredibly
bittersweet. My go-to explanation has been “I’m excited to go home, but I’m not
excited to leave.” These are two completely mutually exclusive events. I’m
excited to go home to be in my own house, see my dog, catch up with friends,
and just be able to understand what is being said around me…and to me. But
there is a lot about Copenhagen that I will miss. There was something about the
unfamiliarity that added a little excitement to my every day, whether it was not
being entirely sure where I was going or never knowing if another person was
going to address me in Danish and I would have to embarrassingly ask them to
speak English. Or just do what I started doing at the end, which was answering
in English when I understood what they said in Danish. I think I confused them
every time.
This past semester was entirely life-changing and the most incredible of experiences. I wouldn't change it for anything.
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