The more I think about it the more I would like to try living in another country. Probably Denmark. Such a strange and un-fun sounding place you say–but my ancestors are from there and I think the people would be rewarding to know.
The problem is getting there. Work visas are hard to come by, and it would be difficult to go there and count on getting a job while staying on a three week tourist visa.
The most exciting prospect of the whole thing is that I could do it. It would be exceptionally difficult, but I could pull it off.
If I told my Dad about this he would tell me to be more focused on making a career and family here. He’s right. That would be the sensible thing to do. However, I have built up an incredible amount of wanderlust, never really having expended any of it–and I fear that this opportunity will not last.
Here’s to shooting for the stars–because they are way the hell out there.
