The day has finally come where I can check the 10-day weather forecast for Copenhagen, and it is relevant (Sunday, August 23rd: 72 and partly cloudy). I've spent this summer working at two jobs that have for the most part held my interest, but there has been an underlying feeling of restlessness since about mid-June. Hours spent at work have been devoted to many things other than work, such as comparing airfare, looking up Eurail train schedules, reading approximately the entire New York Times Travel section from 1986 to present, and daydreaming about the adventures in store for me this fall. However, now that departure time is nearly upon me, my hours have been taken up by other things.
For example, this is what my room looks like:
Shipping boxes transatlantically, dealing with electric conversions and plug adapters, finding Danish currency (which Concord banks do not keep in stock, FYI), actually paying said airfare, compiling four months worth of clothing into a backpack and small suitcase, sorting out transfers of credit, trying to pronounce the name of my Danish dorm, and saying goodbye to friends and family have become the priority. Gone are my daydreams, and here is my reality. Next Wednesday I depart for London, a three-day pit stop on the way to Copenhagen. I'm trying to keep my panic to a minimum, but I couldn't be more excited. Europe, here I come.