I think if there is one inanimate object that I am going to miss when I leave this place it's going to be my bike (sans the unknown guy who walked into the picture).
It's funny how something as simple as a bike can make you feel like you belong. Once I got over the thought that Danes were crazy for riding their bikes in the winter (as scary as it sounds), I became more and more dependent on my bike, especially it's basket! I didn't realize this until one night coming back from a club I found the front wheel of my bike mangled beyond repair and for about two weeks I was seriously inconvenienced by my lack of bike (walking quarter of a mile while carrying groceries is not fun). To think that before I came to Denmark the thought of getting a bike and learning how to bike through the city made me nervous, and now it's something I love. Biking in Madison used to make me nervous and the bike traffic there doesn't hold a candle to what it's like here. Hopefully I will be able to find it a good home come June.
Much Love
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