If I were, though, I would say that the universe wants me in Denmark.
I didn't particularly think that before coming. I just knew that I wanted to live somewhere new, and Denmark was the place that made the most sense for practical reasons.
But when we got on the plane for the first leg of our journey (via IcelandAir... can't recommend them enough) and realized that our cheap budget seats had been upgraded to fancy seats... I had a feeling things were going to go well.
And about an hour before we landed in Reykjavik, Iceland, the cloud cover broke. It broke just long enough that we could see the snow-capped, mountainous southern edge of Greenland.
We reached Reykjavik around midnight, and while the sun was technically down, it still very light when we landed. And still by the time our plane left at around 1:30am Iceland time. Yet not long after take-off, I watched the sun rise.
And while the Danes have a reputation of being a bit distant at first, the drunken Danes at local pubs have been nothing but warm and friendly.
Last night, we were sitting at a table outside of a local dive bar, and a little old man approached the table. He was clearly very drunk, but also quite clearly harmless. He walked up to our table and kept repeating "Hvor er du smuk, hvor er du smuk." I had to turn to the Danish friend we were with to ask her what he was saying. "How beautiful are you," he was saying. Over and over. And then he shook my hand and repeated it again. It was the sweetest thing.
We had booked a room at the Radisson in Copenhagen for two nights, as we had no bed to sleep on when we arrived. The room is a fun 1960s futuristic. Mid-century modern in a way that reminds me of the Jetsons.
Tomorrow, we head off to the Kommune office, where my husband re-registers, and where I will then register as a resident. And then, we're officially home.
I think I'm gonna like it here.