So.. A couple of days ago I decided to change the name of the blog. Main reason being that I don’t feel like I’m just living a Danish adventure anymore, but it has gotten way bigger and more exciting.
The people who have known or followed me for a while know that I moved to Denmark because of love and that was a huge adventure in and of itself. But my life has changed so much during these four years. My ex and I split up and I’ve found love in yet ANOTHER country! I’ve lost people and new people made their way into my life. My life is a bit crazy and complicated at this point and I felt like my blog needed to reflect that. So yeah, that’s why I made the decision to go from ”Nen’s Danish Adventure” to ”This Crazy Complicated Life of Mine”.
Would you like to come along with me on this journey called life?
Holy cow, it’s been months since I’ve last written anything on here! But I have reasons, trust me!
During my exam period my grandparents and sister came to visit me here in Denmark, which was amazing. I didn’t do too well with my exam in Danish, however my History exam I totally aced. It went so well, and to be honest, it was a huge confidence booster. After my exams were done, I went to Roskilde Festival for some much needed concerts and hanging out with friends. Those past months had been tough on me, so I needed a break. But not just a break from school. I wanted to get away. So I went to Finland again.
There is a reason I go to Finland so frequently though.. My relationship ended quite abruptly, but there are no hard feelings between us at all. We still care about each other deeply and are still the best of friends. We decided to stay roommates and that works pretty darn good, I’d say! But yes, back to why I visit Finland often. After my ex and I broke up I got together with someone who I’ve known for years and who has always had my back through things, despite living so far away. He came to visit Denmark when we were still friends and something happened between us that I still can’t quite put my finger on. However, when he left our friendship grew into something more and I decided to jump into the deep end and visit him. That first trip confirmed it for me that I made the right choice. He is my twin flame in a way. I went back to finish my exams, go to the festival etc. but I knew I couldn’t go without seeing him for months again, so I booked a plane ticket to go see him again in July. This trip was different. He was working a lot, but it gave me a good opportunity to bond with his family and bonding we did alright. His mom and I especially hit it off really well and I kept in touch with his sister quite a lot, who was working abroad at the time. Leaving back to Denmark was tough. Mainly because I now felt as if I gained another family and more people I care really deeply about. I have never really connected to a significant other’s family in that way and because his family was so similar to mine, it felt like I came home. And I didn’t want to leave. But soon after he came to visit me here in Denmark, we rented an Airbnb and it was awesome. But I missed Finland. So last week I took the plane up north again and it was like coming home again. I loved every moment of it, and I look forward to going back. In two weeks he’ll be coming to the Netherlands with me to meet my family, and I am beyond excited to show him where I grew up.
This year has been crazy so far. I’ve gotten out of a long and committed relationship and started something new without knowing what’s ahead of me, I turned 24, started studying, and the year isn’t even over yet. So far it has been fantastic.
The funny thing is though, that ever since my mom died, I’ve been a bit of a controlfreak. I’d obsess over my exercise, my diet, my relationship and it was around New Years Eve last year that I decided to let go and see what happens. And as soon as I let go, good things started happening. It might be coincidental, but for me it really showed that going with the flow is a good thing. I’m kind of proud of myself in a way, because of how far I’ve come.
But that was it for now. I’ll write a bit more about my trip to Finland later this week.
If there’s anybody out there reading this right now..
Gonna make you wonder why you even try
Gonna take you down and laugh when you cry
And I still don’t know how I even survive
Two days ago we found my dog Hayley dead in the livingroom. We obviously kept in the back of our heads that she was an old dog, and that she may not have long to live, a few years tops, but finding her was unexpected nonetheless. She had been a little bit more quiet than usually, for which we made an appointment at the vet, because we were suspecting worms, but nothing serious otherwise. We kept a close eye on her during the weekend, and she seemed okay. We brought her to the vet anyway to get an autopsy done on her, because it was so unexpected, and well.. She died of cancer. Hemangiosarcoma to be exact, which is a very aggressive form of cancer of the spleen and liver. She developed the tumor in the spleen first, which metastasized to the liver, and the tumor ended up leaking, and rupturing. That caused her to bleed to death within seconds. I guess I can find some peace in the fact that she didn’t suffer.. Cancer isn’t exactly an unknown enemy in my family. A good majority of my family members have suffered from it, and some of them died including my mom. I also lost another dog to cancer as well, so hearing Hayley had cancer as well was a bitter pill to swallow.
I’ve had Hayley for a good 8 years, I got her when I was 15, and she was a young adult dog at that point. She was a surprise, given to my by my late mother, because she thought it’d be good for me to have a companion, since I had been struggling with severe depression for a good couple of years at that point. Hayles and I bonded quickly, and soon after we were inseparable. Ever since I was a child and throughout my teenage years, I’ve been dealing with lots of anxiety on top of my depression. Hayley kind of pulled me out of my shell, and pushed my boundaries. However, she also sensed and warned whenever I was blacking out and suicidal. I guess you could say that she was my therapy dog, my crutch. She’s been with me through the roughest times of my life. The move to Denmark, the loss of my mom while adjusting to life in a new country, which gets lonely at times, and a lot of other times as well.
I don’t feel entirely like myself at the moment, which I guess isn’t so weird after spending so many years with her by my side. A lot of people would say that it’s an awful lot of tears to shed over the loss of a dog, but she was so much more than ”just a dog” to me. I don’t own much, I don’t have a lot to my name, but my dogs are one of the things I’m proudest of. Dogs have always been a huge part of my life, I grew up around a big pack of dogs, and Hayley being my first own dog meant a lot to me. It still does. What made her even more special was the fact that she was an Ibizan Hound, which has been my favourite breed for over a decade. It’s weird, sitting here, writing this, without her interrupting me for a hug, which is what she always used to do whenever I was writing.
I can’t imagine myself being without an Ibizan Hound for long though. I haven’t been without one for over a decade, and I miss their goofy demeanor. And I’m not the only one. Falera, my Spanish greyhound, misses Hayley terribly as well. Fallie is about as playful as dogs get, and starts throwing her toys around as soon as she gets the chance, but not now. She looks around first, takes her toy, walks around with it and puts it back down, only to sigh and sleep afterwards. She misses her sister, I can tell. I’m spoiling her a bit extra these coming days. Poor thing doesn’t understand it at all.. If only they could understand the words we say to them..
Sorry for the depressing post this time guys.. Hopefully the next one will be a little bit more positive!
This past week I’ve been spending a lot of my time reading. Main reason being that I had a book review for my Danish class due, but I have to admit that I really enjoyed using some time on that. I love reading, and I used to do it all the time, but with schoolwork, fitness, yoga, dogs, cooking, boyfriend etc. it really is hard to find a bit of spare time to just sit down and read.
Reading in Danish used to be such an intimidating concept to me, anything Danish in general, really. But it seems as if it gets easier as the weeks go by.. I used to be terrified to even speak Danish to my parents-in-law, but that just comes naturally too now. Pretty proud of that progress, if I may say so myself. But now that I’ve finished reading this novel ( it’s a great one called ”You disappear” by Christian Jungersen, I can most definitely recommend it!), I’m looking for more books to read, in English, Dutch or, of course, in Danish! Any recommendations are very welcome! I’m not picky when it comes to books, so the genre doesn’t really matter either! I noticed that the more I read, especially in Danish, the more of an expansion I see in my vocabulary. There’s just something beautiful about language. I love trying to figure out different synonyms for different words. I don’t like overusing words when I’m writing, or speaking for that matter!
So as I’m sitting here, writing this post, I’m thinking about which next book to read. I have far too many that I haven’t even touched yet, because I have this horrible habit of going into bookshops, find a bunch of books that I definitely do not need, and then add them to the ever growing stack of unread books I already have. I’m considering reading the Bhagavad Gita next, since I am serious in my yoga practise and could probably learn some valuable lessons reading it.. Decisions, decisions.. Oh well. I’ll probably update about which book I pick in my next post. 😉 At least I’ve got the weekend off, so lots of time to get my reading on!
Any other bookworms out there that want to share their favourite books with me? I’d love to hear about them!
So last Friday my sister came over from the Netherlands to spend a couple of days with us. I hadn’t seen her since October, and considering my sister and I are very close, it felt like it had been forever since we’d last seen each other. I had already planned out what I wanted to do and what I wanted to show her in the short period of time she would be here. Since it had been 2 years since she had last been in Denmark, and I’ve gotten more and more familiar with the country I decided to take her to Copenhagen, which we ended up doing 2 times, and to Helsingborg, Sweden. I just came home from dropping her off at the airport, with tears in my eyes as I’m writing this, because I miss her so very much already.
Some pictures from Helsingborg. We actually kind of spontaneously decided it could be fun to go on a little adventure, since my sister had never been in Sweden before, and I had only seen Helsingborg once. We drove to Helsingør (which is my absolute favorite city by the way 😉 ) and took the ferry from there, which my sister already found amusing, since she doesn’t take ferries very often! Then we just decided to wander around the city a little bit. Unfortunately it was a short lived adventure, because the weather suddenly went very bad, and my sister hasn’t quite gotten the hang of how to dress for the Scandinavian weather yet. Cold and wet we took the ferry back to Helsingør and went on our way home again, where I made a big stack of pancakes to warm us back up again.
The day after we decided to stay inside, seeing as I dragged my sister to Copenhagen the day after she arrived, and to Sweden the day after that! We had a nice bit of quiet time, and the day after I decided to take her to Copenhagen again to see Tivoli Gardens. She has been talking about it since before she even arrived here, so I found it to be only fitting to take her there.
Unfortunately half the park was unavailable due to renovations, but we had fun anyway. We strolled around a bit and took some pictures. She was eager to get me on the rollercoaster, but seeing as I’m absolutely terrified of heights of ANY kind, I politely declined. She was persistent though, but in the end I won. 😉
These 5 days flew by, time really does go by fast when you’re having fun. It was hard saying goodbye again, because obviously I’d rather be able to just go out and visit her whenever. I don’t know when I’ll see her again, but I hope it will be soon. Until then I’m just happy we got to create some more awesome memories.
Blogging is an idea I’ve been flirting with for quite a while, I just managed to put it off for so long because I felt as if my life wouldn’t be interesting enough to write about. But after having talked with Pete, my fiance, about it I decided to do it anyway and give it a try. I moved to another country after all, so there has got to be something interesting to write about!
Let me start off by introducing myself!
My name is Naiyee, but please, call me Nen. I am currently 23 years old and I’m residing in Denmark. I hail from the Netherlands, but ended up in Denmark because the love of my life happened to be a Dane ( yay for the internet am I right?). I moved right after I graduated from vet tech school, and I’ve been here ever since! I have two dogs, Hayley, a 10 year old Ibizan Hound, and Falera, an 8 year old Spanish Greyhound. At the moment I’m preparing to get into vet school, but in order to get in I have to get a better average in math, physics, chemistry and biology, so I decided to take it slow and do a HF, which is the Danish equivalent to a GED. It’s quite challenging really, but I’m loving the fact that I get to use my brain. I love learning!
Other than all that I love everything food, fitness, animals and yoga related. I’ve been on a fitness journey since 2014 and I’ve gone from a 100+ kilos to somewhere between 70-80 kilos currently. I’ll probably write a fair bit about that on here as well.
I think that that’s all for now. I’ll write again very soon. 😉