Arrival to København

Five days ago, I finally left Portland. Yes, hard to believe, but the room to the left was my home for 8 whole months, at the good old Residence Inn. I leave with tens of thousands of bonus airline miles, over 100,000 hotel points, and a handful of free Marriott stays, but I don't particularly miss the redundant breakfast menu and rooms with sealed-shut windows. I will, however miss being treated like a VIP, and having a mysterious fairy enter my room once a week to clean my room.

That said, having moved to Copenhagen, I really enjoy living in a more urban city again. My neighborhood can be best described as Park Slope, Brooklyn-like. Quite a pleasant area to live, with lots of shops and restaurants (but perhaps not the best nightlife area), and tons of strollers parked outside storefronts. One big difference, however, is that Danes often leave their babies inside the strollers parked outside while they shop inside. As alarming as this sounds, it does make me feel quite comfortable about how safe the neighborhood must be.

Having moved to a city that is almost 800 years-old, one wonders, "wow, what must it have been like to live in Copenhagen way back when?". Well, I sort of have a clue. My first five days here have been in a virtual communications blackout, having no internet connection (the management company forgot to leave it in the apartment for me), and no phone (I don't start until Thursday). To make a phone call, I would walk nearly 2 miles to the train station to find the only pay phone around. Every day I feared leaving my home because I knew that the internet people and the movers were supposed to come sometime...I just didn't know when. Well, the internet guy finally showed up today, so I am quite happy, and feeling like a part of society again.

First thoughts of Copenhagen? I can't pronounce anything, and it's damn expensive. Being as frugal as I am, if it were not for this unfamiliar currency I have to use, I think I would die. However, I am a decently-smart boy, and can do currency calculations in my head, and it doesn't take me long to figure out the price in dollars if I take the time to do so. Grocery shopping is a struggle - both with prices and trying to understand what I am buying - but I am learning how to make do with less. You could argue that I am adapting to European-style living, but in reality it's because 1. The grocery stores are tiny, and don't stock much 2. I don't understand what 2/3rds of the items are (no picture on packaging = no purchase) and 3. I refuse to pay $3 for a single avocado or $6 for a bag of chips.

I will leave my first post with a picture of my first big-boy apartment. Yes, after reaching my 31st year, I finally have an apartment to myself. When I first walked into my bathroom, I thought, "small, but I can make it work". Then I realized something was missing - the shower stall! I only heard stories about bathrooms like this being in old tiny New York City apartments, but this is the first time I've seen it in person. I was told my apartment building is around 100 years old, back when they used to have showers and toilets outside in the backyard. My bathroom likely used to be a pantry or closet. The shower curtain protects the toilet area from getting wet, while I shower in the sink area. A bit weird at first, but I've gotten used to it. I'm just glad that I get to take a shower in the sink area, as opposed to the toilet area. Upside is, it'll be real easy to clean the bathroom.