And so it happened: after all the anti-immigration bullshit that went down last year in the UK, which radically limited my chances to secure a job in London, I decided to jump at the opportunity to work in Scandinavia and moved to Copenhagen a month ago, to work as a Creative at independent digital agency Hello.
To be honest, I didn’t know what to expect from this city before coming here. All I knew was that they were crazy about bicycles, that women were stunning, and that it was fucking cold, but the moment after I went through passport control at the airport, I knew there was more to Copenhagen than bikes, hot chicks and bad weather. I had a feeling that things were going to be just fine and a sense of contempt soon took over. From the cab driver who drove me to the office to pick up the keys of my apartment, to the people at Hello, to the little welcome note left by the lovely girl who rented out her place to me, to the little cafés, the beautiful landscapes, the locals… everything has been wonderful. It took me just a couple of days to realise Copenhagen is probably one of the most charming places I’ve ever been to, and right now I’m quite happy to be here.
However, I must admit that I miss London sometimes. Every now and then, I still wish I had been able to stay, simply because most of my life was there. Some of my biggest dreams, too. There were so many things I wanted to do, so many plans I had envisioned myself putting into action, that not being able to live up to those expectations sometimes brings me down. But then I remember Mick’s wise words and everything is good again.
Spring is here, the sun is shining, and Copenhagen indeed seems to be just what I need. All I can do right now is smile.
Failure is Fuel 