About leaving Denmark

And on the subject of life changes.

So, we decided to go away, to travel for a while.

That means saying goodbye to our home here, to leave the life that we created for ourselves in Denmark.

There's a few things to process.

It's always strange to leave a place we call home, right ?

It's not the first time, for neither of us. But still.

Also, the idea is to go and live on the road. Whoa, sounds incredible!

And a little frightening as well?

So now it's actually happening.

Officializing our departure with our workplaces, getting rid of our furniture, packing the books and the posters on the walls, going to the bank and calling the administration, all these things slowly make it real.

And with reality comes a funny blending of feelings.

Excitement, Anxiety, Pride, Apprehension, Happiness, Melancholy.

I guess we call it the comfort-zone for a reason, right ? It's comfortable here. But again, it's not the first time we leave home.

We know that being comfortable doesn't necessarily means it's the end of the journey.

We know that sometimes we need to push ourselves to actually do the thing (in french, we say "se faire violence", literally "to be violent to yourself").

We also know that there is always a good reason not to do the big things. An apartment to buy, just another year at work, there's a round birthday coming soon, maybe after next year's festival...

Note that it is written a good reason, not a bad one.

But still, in the end, you wouldn't be doing the big thing you were thinking about. And listening to older people (you should always listen to older people), that's very often the one mistake they lament about.

Still, sometimes, making delicious food and eating it in bed watching a stupid series in our lovely apartment, we do think it is comfortable. What are we doing ?

Again, a mix of everything.

It's the same concerning the workplace. It feels liberating thinking we won't have to wake up and use so many hours on running around the restaurants for so many days.

At the same time, melancholy often takes over here as well.

So many great days we had, so many great people we met, so much fun between these walls, so many memories.

It feels strange leaving a place that we gave so much to, and that brought so much to us.

Yet there was also a lot of stress between those walls, a lot of unpleasant situations endured, a lot of (very) tired days too were spent there.

It feels like time has come to turn a page (what a cliché).

Melancholy is a nuanced feeling after all, it feels like it's the right thing to leave, it also feels like we'll miss it a bit. It's a mix.

We don't know what life brings us on this journey, and it can cause a bit of anxiety at times.

But on the other hand, isn't it part of the charm, not knowing what's ahead?

And if we really need it, we do know that we have a base here too. Nobody wants to use a parachute, but it's still nice to know it's here somewhere.

So we are leaving Denmark. We are leaving Denmark with a bunch of mixed feelings about it.

So many beautiful memories too. Many laughs, many talks, many friends. But those things still exist.

And if there's many things to say about our modern times, one thing is sure, it's never been easier in the history of mankind to be connected to people in far-away places.

Look, you're reading that right now! Isn't it crazy ?

So yes, we are leaving. But we are leaving for something else, something new, something we chose.

Many laughs, many talks, many friends are ahead too. And we won't forget anything from here.

The snail tour

About leaving Denmark