Doubts and Beauty - My New Life in Denmark March 10, 2024
There's so much to do here every single day. Doctor's visits for preventive care take up a lot of time, while I still can't get an appointment for my elbow. I'm still waiting in vain for the mail with my MRI results. The healthcare system here just works differently than what I'm used to, and that requires patience.
Last week I went to a job fair, but it wasn't what I had in mind at all. I don't want to take a job as an unskilled worker - that's not my goal. What I really want is to first learn Danish properly, both spoken and written, and then find a decent job. Actually, I'd already thought around my birthday last November that I'd like to become a tour guide. That's my goal, and I'll go to school for it. Having a clear perspective helps me get through these initial difficulties.
It's still bitterly cold here. Spring just won't arrive, and that doesn't make settling in any easier. But what I miss most is my circle of friends from Germany. I miss being able to walk across the street and have a glass of wine with Anke. I miss so much - the normal things, the things I'm used to. I miss my language. We do have German television, and that's comforting, but real communication - that's simply missing. I do call Andrea quite often, but there's something different about talking on the phone than standing face to face with someone and looking them in the eye.
Despite these difficulties, it's absolutely beautiful here, there's no doubt about that. I've never lived anywhere as lovely as this. The surroundings are breathtaking. Being so close to the sea is a true gift. The walks with Ebbi by the sea are incredibly beautiful and sometimes the highlight of my day.
I feel at home in this house. It's cozy and warm, and I've already filled it with my personality. But I also notice that in a broader sense, I haven't really arrived yet - not in this place and not in this life. Sometimes I ask myself: Was it really the right decision, what we did? This question hangs in the air while I swing between moments of joy and longing.
I know that moving to another country takes time. You can't expect to feel at home immediately. It's a process, and I'm right in the middle of it. Maybe it's normal to have these doubts. Maybe they're part of arriving. And maybe spring will warm not only the land but also my spirits.
