I'm about to blow the minds... of absolutely no one.
It should surprise absolutely no one at all that moving to a strange country is an emotionally taxing endeavor.
It's also probably not at all surprising that it's really easy to assume you'll be fine before the move happens. In fact, remember this post?
Here's me laying it all out there: While I'm still completely content with our decision to move here, it's started to be really emotionally taxing. Turns out that when you move really far away from everything you know, and you have to learn to do a lot of really basic things over again, it can cause a certain amount of anxiety.
In fact, since my husband is my anchor here, my subconscious has decided it would be fun to give me reoccurring nightmares about my marriage ending for one reason or another.
My subconscious can be a real bitch sometimes.
The good news, though, is that in a little over a week I'll be starting daytime classes at Studieskolen. Having more of a schedule will help to make me feel more secure in my day-to-day life. Not to mention that I'll finally start really learning Danish, which will make everything infinitely easier.