We've been home for nearly 3 weeks, but my days still feel a little lost. Not jet-lagged lost, but without rhythm. I usually never skip a beat. I'm an over-planner; I worry about the details. I want to nail a process before we begin, and I also want to know plan B while we're still in plan A. I'm super fun at parties.
Copenhagen wasn't plan A. It wasn't even plan B - I know plan B. Copenhagen was plan C and D and it felt fragmented and aggressive and impressive and also, weirdly, like I wanted to blow my 401k on dishes. That city is full of beautiful housewares.
Unlike the steady stream of your plan A life, your life in transit exists in starts and stops with the low boredom of a long overnight ferry slamming into the high of a new day when you wake up in a new city, surrounded by a new language, and oh it's almost noon so let's try a new beer and some new food.
We have some beautiful pictures from that overnight ferry, but the truth is that ferry sucked. Plan A: Ferry. Sleep. Plan B: Swim? Plan C: Straight-line to the duty free shop and buy all the chocolate and wine because you are trapped.
So I guess I've been sort of waiting for Plan C to reappear with lots of excitement and chocolate. But really, I'm back to my Plan A life, and the rhythm of bouncing from A to C with chocolate in between is still finding its way back to the Plan A steady stream. Like, I'm supposed to go to work and STAY THERE for 8 hours. I barely stayed anywhere for 8 minutes. And as proof of that, here is a very fragmented collection of pictures from Copenhagen that do NOT tell a cohesive story, but do show evidence of chocolate and wine on a ferry. I also linked some cool things I wore there at the bottom of this post and some of them are on sale. Plan C: Purchase now.