dokumenterne: Revisiting

Next week, I'll be in a podcast talking about nostalgia. So over the last week, I've thought a lot about nostalgia, about how it's both a blessing and a curse. I've had long periods of my life where I couldn't be present because I longed for a time I could never have back. Now, I see the nostalgia more as a blessing. Something I use creatively when I write and something that makes me very grateful for the moments I've experienced. So I looked back at old photos and thought I'd share some with you;

This photo of Marlene and AnCa is from my 23rd birthday in Berlin. We got so incredibly drunk and I had a fever that I drank away - and lost my voice in the process. It was such a fun night.

From the second time in Italy with the girls. It was May and we grilled arrosticini beneath the mountains.

When Jonas turned 24 in 2013, I came to Copenhagen from Berlin for the birthday party. I remember it as a very red night, and AnCa was there too, so we could take lots of weird party photos as always.

Sølve looked cool as always when AE graduated from high school in 2015.

My grandparents took me on many great North Jutland road trips when they still lived there. This is from one of them where we passed a great bird watching spot.

From the summer where I photographed a lot on film (2012).

NP on a donkey in the Israeli desert in 2011. What a trip! I was thrown off the same donkey about twenty minutes later...

My aunt eating ice cream in the summer of 2014.

The brothers in Italy over Christmas 2015. Notice the skilled grillers compared to the troubled Italian next to them...

From one of the first weeks as roomies in 2014. Oh, we had many talks on that bench with beers and cigarettes!

Light hair and browned skin and siblings taking a bath sometime in the beginning of the 1990s.

I remember taking this photo in the summer of 2012. I was coming out of my leaving-Berlin-depression and this was one of the first moments I realized living in Copenhagen wasn't so bad.

One of many band photos, 2009.

My room in Berlin looking messy as always. It was a good place.

AnCa walking home from a trip to Moabit in the spring of 2011. We felt like we owned the world.

Chris and Iben at a party at the architecture school back when they were students there, 2009 or 2010.

Walking after an Easter lunch, probably drunk, probably 2009. Oh Amalie's legendary pink leather vest!

First day of school, 1993.

Young mom and me in Paris, 1988. I suppose this is where I understood that cafés in spring light is always a good idea.

Easter egg hunt in the garden in 1998.

My grandmother and my mom in Paris, 1988. They later told me they were laughing at a very naughty joke about one of our family members...

Kat and I hitchhiking to Copenhagen in 2010. We were going over there to apply for internships and my life would never be the same.

Autumn 2011. I was so deeply unhappy about being back in Copenhagen but Jonas took me out to get drunk and it helped a little bit.

AE and I spent a long, humid day in Rome in 2015 waiting for an evening flight home to Denmark.

My wonderful grandparents looking ever in love in 2011.

The night we got drunk and ran down to swim in the sea and stole an ice cream sign on the way back. It was a week or so before I moved to Berlin in 2010.

Kat on her legendary bike Ulla. I think this is taken on our 'farewell Copenhagen' bike ride before we moved to Aarhus to go to journalism school.

Roar came to visit me in Berlin in October 2010 and we spent many days partying and laughing.

Actually, it's a little bad I didn't post this one before New Years, but what can you do. Here it is. 2015 was a strange year; it didn't feel at all different from 2014. Normally, I categorize years by colour or mood in my mind, and every year is different from each other. But 2014 and 2015 look very similar. In 2015, though, I had my first real job. I only managed to move once. I was happy. And I felt like I was standing still. Like life goes on without me playing a part in it. I hope that changes in 2016. In two days, I'm moving back to the city. Into my own place. And. I. Can't. Wait. At least the year starts with something great. But first, 2015 in glimpses;

JANUARY
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 partied with old friends.

Some of us went out to dinner. The air was cool and crisp and the year was just waiting to be explored.

I spent a weekend in Aarhus with my father and the brothers. It was heaven.

FEBRUARY
I started in my new job at the newspaper. The first snow fell, and the view from the office was dreamy.

In the middle of the month, I went north to hang out with my friend Tine. We had barely driven out of Copenhagen before we heard the news of the attack. It was surreal and we spent the next weeks in shock and disbelief - and a very different and quiet Copenhagen.

MARCH
In the beginning of March, there were the early sensations of spring. I took a euphoric walk around Nørrebro and soaked up the light.

Later that month, I went to Bath to visit my friend Cordula. It was a weekend full of history, of Britishness and of giggles.

Bath was pretty.

APRIL
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.

MAY
In May, I went to North Jutland to teach my grandmother how to use her iPad.

We went to the beach and saw a beautiful sunset. I love my grandparents. They are the coolest and always have the best and most insightful stories.

Every day, I walked past Democratic Coffee in Krystalgade for my caffeine fix and a chat with the boys.

I worked and worked.

In late May, we headed to Italy for a long week of relaxation and culture and wine and laughs.

We went up to Gran Sasso and roasted arrosticini and drank wine beneath the mountains.

Later, we drove to Naples and ate pizza four times in two days and took in one of the most beautiful views ever.

Again, I have never had better pizza in my life.

JUNE
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.

In June, I went on dates and talked into the night.

I had dinner with the family at Papirøen and didn't miss the best mirror-selfie-spot.

Copenhagen is the best in early summer.

I had cocktails by the water with Chris and Kristiane.

And I hated men one day as I walked around the lakes.

A few days later, the youngest brother graduated from high school and it was a day I won't forget for many years.

Look how happy he is!

I climbed the many stairs of Our Saviors Church in Christianshavn with AnCa.

Afterwards, we sat by the harbour and laughed and talked.

JULY
When everybody else went on vacation, I still worked. But we did enjoy the clear nights with wine and talks on the balcony.

There were many photos on Instagram of my breakfast table....

And the city was quiet and empty in the mornings as I walked to work.

AUGUST
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.

It was also beautiful.

Back at the house in Abruzzo, it was warm. We took a drive up to Rocca Calascio and had the most amazing view.

I've never seen anything like it.

At Gran Sasso, we ran into some bad weather and saw lightenings strike down just beside us.

Back in Denmark, I rambled around Elsinore. That little town is always beautiful, also in late August.

The last weekend of August, AnCa and I went back 'home' to Berlin. It was good being back; I was confirmed in my decision of leaving. Not that it wasn't great to hang out in Berlin, but it doesn't feel like home anymore.

However, we made the most of it and had so much fun.

It was also 35 degrees...

I met Flora Amalie for a morning coffee and it was fun as always.

I love my BFF.

SEPTEMBER
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...

Although seeing the race with them was pretty fun, too.

Back in Denmark, I was invited to go see the new Kusama exhibition at Louisiana along with other Instagrammers. It was nice having the museum to ourselves, and the exhibition was wonderfully weird.

Later, I took my brothers shopping and we saw 'Straight Outta Compton' and made dinner.

In late September, it was indian summer and Kathrine and I took a walk in Dyrehaven. The stags were in heat and their roars filled the air. It was scary and overwhelming at the same time.