The sound of settling

I’ve finally got all my books on a shelf and my clothes out of my suitcase and am starting to feel a little more sane. The dorm room is by far the nicest one I’ve ever encountered. It’s a fully functional apartment – it’s a single room with a full bathroom and a little kitchenette (or mini køkken if you are into learning Danish).

Sleeping area

View from the door

I’ll post a photo of the bathroom later. The ones I took do it no justice, but it is a sight to be seen. It’s my favorite area, if for nothing else the walls and the floors are all tiled, so I can take the detachable showerhead and have a private concert without concern of getting anything wet or getting out of hand.

This morning I took the train into the town of Roskilde (one train stop away) to register with the Danish government and get a doctor assigned. While Roskilde is a lovely town with cute shops and some interesting looking churches, I am finally seeing cracks to the pristine exterior of the Danish people. Here I’ve finally seen some sketchy looking characters, metal kids, and some genuine crazies. I’m grateful to see that not everyone is shitting rainbows and has the perfect complexion. Rumor has it that there is a Viking museum and a sandy beach on the fjords just on the edge of town, so I fully plan on checking both of those out once I’m feeling a little more adjusted.

At this point I’m recharging my batteries by reading and listening to good music and watching movies and writing sappy emails and getting rid of the living-out-of-suitcase funk. It’s good timing too, as the skies are starting to turn a more familiar shade of gray and I’m starting to feel like I’m living here, rather than just passing through.