Epilogue: The Reverse Culture Shock is Real

Just over a week ago, I packed my things and boarded a plane for the United States. I hadn't been there in four months. In some ways, that time seemed to have passed in the blink of an eye. In other ways, my memories of the fall semester in New York seemed like a distant …

One Week Left: Reflecting on a semester of living Danishly

When I landed in Copenhagen on January 12, the jet lag kicked in almost immediately, and soon after it, the homesickness. As I wove my way through the airport towards the Metro, I tried to decipher the language, which looked and sounded like gibberish. Everything felt disorienting. After travel delays, missing a connecting flight, and …