It's an interesting and incredibly long story of how I ended up choosing the mitten-shaped country to be my new classroom, so I will spare you the details and simply ask--why wouldn't you want to live in a city with a name like Copenhagen? It makes me smile each time I say it. And it makes me laugh each time someone tries to remember where I am going and ends up naming a very different Scandinavian country. No, denmark is not the Netherlands, Sweden, Norway, or Finland. Denmark is simply Denmark. And to put the icing on top of the cake, Danes have not switched to using the Euro, so I get to pay with kroner. How cool of a name is that!
But seriously, I'm very excited to study abroad for a semester in Denmark. They have great academics for pre-med students and will take great care of me. I even have a visiting family to adopt me while I am there!
I still can't believe I am going, though this week mae it a little more real for me. I began to pack. And pack. And pack. A seemingly never-ending task.
Beginning:
Crap! I had a lot of work to do, and a lot of stuff to go through. But thanks to Mom, Dad, Grace, Rachem (haha I mean Rachel), Mary Cooper (shout out for giving me limits to what I can pack!) and endless errands and shopping trips, I am almost completely packed a week later. And almost emotionally ready to leave too. I've said goodbye to Grace, Ben, Laura, Becky, Marty, and my little goober nephew, and several of my close friends, and just have to wave goodbye to Ruth, my parents, and the home I love for a short four months.
Pray for my flight and that I get there safely and with all my luggage in tow, and I'll see you in Denmark!
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did you know that Denmark won seven medals in the Olympics? that's almost as many as Michael Phelps!
miss you, kid.
Kroners! Crohners! I hope you smile every time you spend one.
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