This is the town in which I used to live.
This is the top-floor flat that SVV and I shared, compliments of IKEA. We had seven Danish flatmates. They liked to drink. And smoke.
This is the bedroom, nine-square meters with slanted ceilings (and we didn’t even kill each other once).
This is a dinner party with the flatmates. We used to host them often.
This is the view from our window in the winter.
This is the building across the street. I still don’t know what it is.
This is the outside of our home on the final day once spring finally arrived—three-and-a-half years ago now—while we were waiting for the cab to come whisk us off to the train station.
This is SVV when he seriously needed a haircut; he was channeling Incrediboy from The Incredibles.
This is Danish architecture. And two horses.
This is Den Gamble By, the open air museum on the outskirts of town.
This is my best friend Megan swinging at Den Gamble By.
This is us doing our best impression of Blue Steele, which we performed all over Europe and North Africa.
This is a typical, colorful Danish house, with a bike out front.
This is another, next door.
This is how many a night was spent, as we couldn’t afford to do much else (ahh, Scandinavia and your painful prices).
This is some friends outside our university on graduation day. We called it the Bunker, because that’s what it looked like.
This is it in the snow.
This is the inside, which wasn’t much prettier, and our semester-long multimedia project.
This is the bus route SVV and I took to class each day.
This is a snow angel on the middle of the street in the downtown. It snowed a lot that year.
This was my life. Isn’t now, but it once was. Parts of it are the same—the most important part, in fact—but the rest seems so long, so far ago.
*All photos taken with a Canon Powershot A520.
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