The year started cold. And busy. I ran around town doing interviews and writing pieces for the newspaper. I interviewed a 100-year old man and he was fabulous.
I started in my new job at the newspaper. The first snow fell, and the view from the office was dreamy.
In the beginning of March, there were the early sensations of spring. I took a euphoric walk around Nørrebro and soaked up the light.
As spring grew warmer, the cherry trees blossomed at Bispebjerg Kirkegård. I went there with Sheila, and it was pretty spectacular with all the pink.
In May, I went to North Jutland to teach my grandmother how to use her iPad.
Back home, summer was knocking. I went north to visit my father, and after drinking wine one night, we ran down to the sea at 3am and took a moonlight swim.
When everybody else went on vacation, I still worked. But we did enjoy the clear nights with wine and talks on the balcony.
As I finished work at the newspaper, I flew to Italy once again to hang out with my youngest brother, my father and his wife. We went out to the coast by Vieste. It was light and salty.
The family and I went to Milan in the beginning of September. My brothers are obsessed with Formula 1 and they had invited me along for a race. I preferred wandering the streets of Milan, though...
In October, the cold came and we stayed indoors drinking cocktails and listening to 90s hip hop.
I worked more and more at the office at the newspaper. I love working there. Both because of the view and the amazing people there.
I went to Jutland to see my mother. Sølve was there too, and we took a trip out to the Western coast.
Christmas was spent in Italy where the weather was beyond great. We took long walks, played games, laughed and relaxed.