Thursday, September 21, 2017

Packing a Suitcase Literally

Hi everyone!

Sorry to have been absent lately. I've missed you all!

The fact is, I've been literally packing and unpacking a suitcase(or suitcases). I had the chance to live in Denmark for a while this year, and it was as amazing as one might imagine. However, moving in and out was stressful, and moving back to the US has, frankly, made me sad.

One thing about packing and unpacking a lot is it's quite freeing. One realizes how little one actually needs. Of course, it doesn't work that way forever. Every time I've stayed in one place, I've slowly built up more and more necessary objects.

That said, my heart's a bit broken about what I couldn't pack. I feel like I left a lot of me there. It was the happiest and best I've felt in quite a while, and I'm sorry to have left it.

Anyway, this isn't a really proper post but I wanted to appear and say hello (please don't kick me out for absenteeism, friends!).

More soon, I hope, and a better (and sexier?) post for next time!

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5 comments:

  1. Welcome back, Annabeth-

    What a wonderful opportunity.

    Back in the 50's and 60's, Americans looked to Scandinavia for cues to sexual liberation. I remember Playboy photoshoots about "The Girls of Denmark".

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  2. I'm selfishly glad you're back in time to join the reading in Provincetown on October 12. That excursion doesn't require a whole lot of suitcase packing.

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  3. I don't think I knew you were in Denmark. I mean, I remember that you were studying Danish, but didn't realize this was a practical need!

    One of my high school friends married a Dane and lived there for a number of years. She really enjoyed it (and her husband is a treasure).

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  4. What happened in Denmark? Why were you sad when you came back?

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  5. Denmark was totally awesome! I was sad because I didn’t really want to come back, I just had to for visa reasons. I’m actually hoping I can arrange to go back next year and stay longer...

    And I don’t think I mentioned I was going there. I can be weirdly private that way sometimes...

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