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Alright. No more complaining about zipcodes and things that once were. I'm having a cup of coffee right now in my sofa, the rain is pouring down, I helped some Japanese tourists dial a taxi on my way home from work and had a good talk with the people also waiting at the busstop (It's funny how people get more talkative when it's raining and the bus isn't showing...) It's weekend, and it's good. This is a little of what I did this week:

 A salesguy came by the office with two (!) half-metre long pieces of cake. He probably didn't know that we're only three people working at the magazine.....

 I met my mum for lunch at Palludan (Fiolstræde 10, Kbh K)

 I spent a night coming up with ideas for the magazine. Spent almost the entire time thinking about Berlin. Why is that?

 Stopped by Coffee Collective in Torvehallerne. God, I love their coffee.

 I saw a little blue in the sky. And looked at the old buildings around Fiolstræde.

 Went north to my old preschool to see the youngest brother 'graduate'.

 The oldest of the brothers had just washed his hair for the first time in a long time (!), and we teased him because it looked so soft and nice.

 Nørreport Station is barely standing any more...

The editor-in-chief brought licorice pipes one day as we were listening to old songs and laying out my rockabilly story. The paper was so right.

 Yesterday, we went out after work and ended up in a place with saddles at the bar...

The summer issue came today, and we ooh-ed and aah-ed. I can't believe my time at that place is ending in a few weeks...

Confusion

This is a strange time. My mind is racing with thoughts that cancel each other out. What I want to do most is to just live; pack all my things and store them away, go out into the world and write. Go back to Berlin that I miss so terribly despite it being 341 days since I left, it seems so obvious. Why do I want to store myself away in a city I don't like, all alone while it grows darker?......

Best of Copenhagen: Spring

Spring. The last few months have all melted together in my head, and I don't know what sticks out. The few sunny days? The ice creams? The parties? The headaches? Berlin? All I know is I've been happy.

 In the beginning of April I went back to my beloved Berlin. It was cold and even snowed while we were there, but we had a blast, and I got a well-needed fix of my city.

 We partied a lot when we were there.......

 When I came back I spent some time in Bakken doing a story for the June issue of the magazine.

 And went out and killed a seagull with the art director...

 I went on a spontaneous trip to Aarhus one night.

 In fact I went to Jutland a lot. Also to visit the grandparents and Kristiane.

 In May, it was time for the trees to get dressed.

 And I attended my cousin's confirmation with the brothers. We definitely didn't look like the other Østerbro-people in the church...

 I drove around at night with beer cans in my hands...

And watched Twin Peaks with AnCa and Kirstine.

Went to Horsens to see the magazine being printed. It was magical watching it swirl around so fast in the middle of the night.

 Had a great weekend with Kat. We kicked it off angry-woman-style but managed to laugh about it, too.

 When summer was in town, we moved the office to the beach where we discussed ideas, soaked up the sun and stuck our feet in the sand.

 I also managed to squeeze in another Berlin visit. This one was very quick, but sunny and warm and just right.

 I got home with the K-lamp.

Distortion was celebrated throughout the city - and in the castle where we held a big party on Thursday.

Watched the sun wake up over the tops of the Meatpacking District. Now, summer better arrive soon. It'll be a strange one with a lot of endings and some new beginnings...

Ground Control to Major Tom

I can't believe it'll be July soon. It's such a cliché, but I have no idea where time goes... It's not even summer. It's been raining nonstop since yesterday morning, and I wore my heavy winter coat to work today.

 These days, I'm in love with chèvre chaud. So good with spinach leaves!

 Thursday, I had the two youngest brothers over for dinner. Walked with AE all the way up Nørrebrogade talking and laughing.

 Later, we played cards in the sofa and watched movies as the sun fell behind the housetops outside.

 Friday, Simone threw her family a birthday party, and I benefited from the leftover smørrebrød. Ah.

 This weekend I've watched loooots of 'Mad Men'.

 Especially since I practically slept all Sunday away suffering from a hangover from hell. I couldn't do anything. 

And today I received a postcard from a best friend who's far away. Miss you!