A whole new world!
A new fantastic point of view!
Anyway. Okay so here it is: my first ever post from Denmark! I probably should have posted last night, but so much was going on and there was so much to take in that I didn’t even want to attempt to put it into words. Sorry about that. So I guess now here it goes!
As far as the flight goes, all went well. It really didn’t seem that long, and I got to watch X-men first class so that was a major bonus. My layover (in Reykjavik, Iceland) ended up being about and hour and a half longer than expected because the second plane was delayed, but it all worked out well, I had the opportunity to grab a bite to eat and get to know a few girls who were also on their way to DIS. As far as sleep goes, I didn’t get much. Maybe one hour of solid sleep, tops. But I think that, while it did make for an incredibly long day, it will be an advantage in helping to conquer jet lag.
Once we arrived in the Copenhagen airport it was rather hectic. Luckily my baggage wasn’t lost or damaged at all, but after retrieving it there was a chaotic walk to the Hilton Hotel right across from the airport. Picture one hundred (or close to it) DIS students struggling to cart their luggage up and down elevators and escalators and through tunnels, through the airport and into the lobby of a hotel. It was quite the sight.
When we had successfully arrived at the Hilton, we were split up by housing and directed to where we would wait for transportation. I picked up my DIS ID and my transportation pass. the awesome thing about living where I do is that I get a pass that covers all zones (Copenhagen and it’s surrounding suburbs are divided into a large number of zones used for public transportation) so I never have to worry about whether or not I have to get an extra pass (or “klippekort”) when traveling with public transportation around the city.
I wasn’t there long, due to my extended layover, before my host father and brothers arrived to pick me up. On the way back to the house, they detoured a little bit to the center of Køge so I could see it before going back to the house.
So much has happened since then and so many thoughts are floating through my head that it makes it difficult for me to express myself, so I apologize if this is a little all over the place from here on (and I also apologize for it’s length).
My host family is incredibly nice. They are quite talkative (very good at English) and seem very willing to help me out however they can. That being said, as much as I adore them, I think I’ve still been experiencing a bit of culture shock. It’s hard to put my finger on the things that were making me kind of uncomfortable yesterday now that I’m settling down, but a mixture of lack of sleep and being unfamiliar with my surroundings had me yearning for home and the familiar. That’s just kind of how I am though, I hate when things mess with my routine and it takes me a while to adjust.
One thing that really set me back a little bit in the comfort zone was showering. My host family really seems to think it’s best if I shower at night (there’s only one shower, so that bathroom is a high traffic zone in the morning) but that really doesn’t work for me. My morning shower is my way to wake up. Plus I have curly hair and so there’s no saving it when I sleep on it. That being said, I took a shower last night in part to appease them and in part because I was exhausted and knew I wouldn’t want to wake up early in the morning. Therefore, I was already uncomfortable when I walked into the bathroom to find that not only was it poorly lit, but it was also a hand held shower head. Needless to say, after taking a shower I was missing home quite a bit.
Anyway, for many small reasons I was second guessing my decision to come here, missing both my home and HWS. I know that’s just part of the experience though and I think that I’m feeling better today. Yesterday was still a great day, I had two delicious meals with my host family and unpacked my room and became familiar with the house, but I’m feeling much more comfortable today.
Another thing I started second guessing was my decision to live with a host family and not in a Kollegium (dorm). I had thought that adapting to live by myself in the city would be too difficult, but I never really thought about how difficult it would be to become a part of a family. For one, I’m used to a high degree of independence, my family rarely sits down to dinner at a table and we all kind of do our own thing in the house. I do hang out with my sister, but I usually am pretty much free to come and go as I please, I just tell my dad. I do still think I made the right decision, it will just take some adapting, but then again so would a Kollegium.
Yesterday evening was really pleasant which also helped me feel better. It turns out there is another DIS girl who lives right down the road (only like two or three houses down) so we went over there to have coffee. It was a wonderful night, sitting outside and talking, all girls (Olivia - the DIS student, her host mother and two host sisters, my host mother, and I). It feels great to know there is someone right down the road who is in the same boat as I am.
Oh I also talked to my dad yesterday. It was a really brief conversation but it was still nice to talk to him and tell him I was here and (more or less settled in).
I’m sorry this post is so long! I have so much more to say, I haven’t even touched on today yet, but I’ll stop here for now. I’ll post again soon! (within however long it takes me to type the next post hehe)