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For a better part of my blogs I was writing as a form of documentation and most often as a form of procrastination. Today I sit eating the last of my peanut butter and drinking coffee thinking about packing. I can't believe it's almost over. Though I'm about to be heart broken I can't complain...I've had the time of my life here. I've seen many things, met many people, learned so much about myself and the world around me and found a place in the little country of Denmark.

Despite the temperatures there's nothing here I haven't found enjoyable, with the exception of leaving and living with Mira Brandes. [Terrible, terrible, terrible roommate.] When I got here I thought my challenge would be learning Danish...little did I know my biggest challenge would be leaving. Don't get my wrong, home offers many pleasures and I've missed it but now I feel like I have two homes. Just when I've gotten comfortable in a strange city of vikings my visa runs up and I'm expected to up and leave. So where in the world is Dani Sandiago?

Good question...more easily answered where has she been? All over Denmark. From Arhus to the port of Holbaek where I learned how to sail the Hjalm. I've been through Germany, Netherlands, Italy, Greece and Spain. I've been to an electronica concert in one of Copenhagen's parks. I've been to Amsterdam...twice. I've been the land of Nimmis completely constructed of driftwood. I've seen the queen and ate the crown prince's food. I've experience the Pink Palace as well as Copenhagen's many royal gardens. I've visited two zoos and today I will venture to the Danish Aquarium.  I've had hyggelig dinners with Danish families, birthday parties and all. I've spent countless times in the free-town Christiana and at least 437104831 hours on the 6A bus commuting home. I've seen more architecture, art and design then in my past 20 years alive. I broke through many language barriers with the help of Disney movie references. I was once asked if all American's were like the Jersey Shore cast...scary. I celebrated my 21st birthday on St. Pattie's in Amsterdam. I've sketched in negative degrees and in enough amounts that my fingers blistered, not kidding. I got in a fight with an Asian man in Florance that lead to a razor scooter concussion. I know where the secret bakery is. I was puked on at a discotheque. I canoed through a snow storm down rivers that led me to Swedish suburbia. I found not one, but two boys who will watch Sex in the City with me. (Priceless). I ruined two pairs of winter boots and at least 3 pairs of shoes walking around frozen cobbled stone streets. I found friends in over sized stuffed horses that live in Ulrik's courtyard. (No joke, I will miss my  horse friends). I've kept a plant alive for 3 months!!!! I've cried because I miss home. I'm crying because I don't want to go home. I've found love, happiness, jazz bar, floss, a vegan friendly store in the land of pig and beef. So is it really over?

I've decided no. I hope I can take my adventurous spirit and continue finding, searching, discovering and challenging myself to learn new people at home. I hope that my time, while obviously not wasted, is not taken for granted. May the next chapter in my life, my last year of college, be full of many, many memories. I hope while I'll be very far from all this love I will keep it close to my heart. I plan to work hard enough so that I can come back here...turns out it's very hard to stay in Denmark in less you are quite educated or especially good at a random talent. Unfortunately I am neither educated to especially good at anything at all.

I head to the States in dare I say 4 days. I'm not ready but time will not wait so I will not stay. For now I am excited to meet Miss Willow, the newest addition to the Hill family. I will wait patiently for my Denmark to come visit me in August. I will pack up my belongings, spend around $100.00 on luggage and hope the Luck of the Irish stirs up a very dark, think "Ass" cloud.