You are my mistress. You are the not-so-secret love affair I have behind Vancouver’s back. You lure me in with your two-wheeled life, and keep me coming back for more with your focus on spiritual intelligence, your trust in people, your meaningful conversations in the park (cider in hand), and your nights out that end in the wee hours of the morning. You were both fulfilling and temporary and it’s time, once again, to say goodbye to my second home.
To Hamsa: You welcomed me in since my first week in Copenhagen. From the very first slice of birthday cake we shared, to the last jump-switch through handstand (heck yes!) on your hardwood floors, you reminded me what yoga is really about – community. Thank you for the amazing classes Soham, Stina, Simon, and Mia. Extra big love goes to Nanna and Michael – you will always be cherished for every laugh we shared and the many more to come. Thank you for an incredible last class.
To the Copenhagen Kula – Erdinc, Johanna, Alan, Søren, Zo, Vibe, Kasper, Jakob, and Britta: you made each moment, both on and off the mat, amazing. Thanks for holding my sweaty feet, dancing in a strangers kitchen with me, holding back your laughs while I tried to speak Danish, and for being the best darn crew to start every Saturday with (brunch included). Know that a space for your mat will always be open beside me.
And to my favourite pilot, Martin – every time I am stuck in traffic, listening to Adele, or sending out a “I totally dig you” text – you will be thought of fondly. Vancouver can’t wait to host you! MEGA!
To Frank and Cindy: You were my rejuvenation. Our conversations reminded me of the impact one person can make and of the responsibility we share in transforming the world. Thank you for being you.
To the Queen of Denmark: (What is your name!?) Thanks for being a really cool neighbour. Your pad brings all the boys (and crazy tourists) to the yard. Even at your age, you still got it. Way to work it!
To the Mermates: Where siblings and parents tried and failed, you succeeded in finally getting me onto a swim team (and into a speedo). Thank you for teaching me how to read our Danish workout sets and for the laughs over post practice soup. You’re a great group of gents! I’ll be cheering for you from afar in your upcoming competitions.
To my classmates: We did it! The lectures, competitions, and trips to Sweden all seem to be worth it now. To my VCIC and ISP teams, thanks for putting your trust in me and challenging me to lead authentically. To my favourite crew, you will be missed most. Especially on the dance floor.
To the “you’re kind of part of our class”mates – Lizzy, Liza, and Jes: By now, you are probably an acronym expert (ISP, LDP, etc) and are glad that all the CBS talk is over. Thanks for pulling me out of MBA land every now and then and enriching my life outside of our textbooks.
To the Copenhagen Airport: You brought me some of my closest friends and family right when I needed a dose of home and also took me off on wild adventures around Europa. You are the gateway drug I could get addicted to. Andrew + Craig, Calvin, Bonn, Laine, Joel, DOgle, Carlson, Joe + Peter, Geoff, Woo, Josh, Darryl, Avery + Pam, Topa, Zoe, Momma Higgs, Dad, Mom, and Steph – thank you for coming through Copenhagen and reminding me of what it feels like to reconnect.
To Black Betty: Even though Blue Lightning is faster and has been in the family longer, you made your presence known. I am grateful for the needed stability you offered on those 6 am rides home and for your fenders that kept my butt and back dry through the snow and rain. You’re a great little lady that will be looked after well.
To Karen & Adam: From the first “welcome to Copenhagen” misto in the airport until now – it has been a blast. You two are an incredible couple and I wish you every ounce of happiness and adventure this world has to offer. Enjoy this new chapter and don’t forget to send me some baked goods.
And finally, to my flatmates – Kai, Julian, Atanas, and Mike. You made KJAMM a hub of fun over the year. You also made it a great place to come home to. You were always game for a beer by the beach, a deep conversation over dinner, or a great surprise party that was oh so successful (stop denying it Mike!). Thanks for making all of my visitors feel welcome and for dancing along when Call Me Maybe came on.
This year has been a blessing.
I totally dig you Copenhagen, and all the people and places that make you great.
With so much love,