Godmorgen from Copenhagen 🇩🇰!
Today is my last day as a 30-something. I have looked forward to the next decade ever since I was a 14-year-old. Don't ask: I am weird, I know.
To end the decade on a great note, I decided to travel north to a place I discovered almost 10 years ago and absolutely love. Copenhagen is a beautiful city, very walkable, so walkable indeed that you can easily get run over by a bike when you don't know the proper lanes yet. But if you decide not to die, a cardamom bun is waiting in every corner.
I did not come here to celebrate the amazing European autumn weather - my favourite - or my birthday per se. After a few rough weeks of September, I was craving friendship and genuinely intelligent conversations, the ones that make ideas and opinions bounce with delight.
I came to Denmark because our closest friends (two different sets, coincidentally!) live here and they were missed tremendously. It did not give me much time for sightseeing but I didn't come to see the Little Mermaid again. Receiving an invitation to head to a friend's house for breakfast, where they went to the market to purchase and prepare for us or for an early dinner (my love language!) at another friend's house to make the most of the night, makes me want for nothing.
I feel overwhelmed with gratitude. And this is exactly the feeling I wanted before entering a new era of my life.
I have realised that I don't actually want more plans. I want more moments.
I want someone to text me and say, "Come for a walk." which means we are going to have a genuine conversation and deeply listen to each other instead of another purposeless "Want to have dinner?" where frivolities are exchanged.
I want breakfast at someone's house instead of another reservation. There is nothing more beautiful than someone opening their house and their family to you.
I want conversations that last three hours because neither of us is checking the time. I want to forget I have messages to reply to on my phone.
I want to sit somewhere beautiful and talk about an idea that has been occupying one's brain for three weeks.
Maybe this is what turning 40 is doing to me. I am becoming increasingly unimpressed by things that look good on paper and increasingly obsessed with things that feel good in real life.
As you may tell from the title, this newsletter was written listening to The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition.