torstai 5. huhtikuuta 2012
knit Mango // jeans H&M // boots Asos // bag Proenza Schouler PS1
For the beginning of this week I was actually in Copenhagen, Denmark. I've been there twice and I can't understand why I don't go there more often. I like the way the city (whole country may be) mixes middle european and northern ways of living and doing things. It feels international but still so cozy, almost like you had travelled to a bigger and older city in Finland.
I was wondering if I could settle in there for good. For me, all the little things are important. I like the way the traffic signs (!) look the same, people recognize the concept of "normal coffee", I can buy my normal tooth paste from a local shop. When it comes to living, I like stable things. I guess all that I'm trying to say that I don't miss home when I'm in Copenhagen, even if I was there for a longer time. If I was supposed to live somewhere, I like it when things work like I expect them to do. Being on a holiday is different.
Well, except doors. Danes please. Doors shall not be opened inwards.
...and that language. I speak Swedish ever better than English, but I learned quickly that I may come across a bit slow-minded in interactive situations as my brains work overtime when trying to understand the very weird Swedish-related language. So I stick to English.