we'll call this one: managing expectations.
i don't know if i've said this (and it is almost wholly irrelevant to this story, but worth mentioning because it happened a while back), but i moved again - on my third day here, actually, which was now quite a long time ago- to a lovely shared house in the center of copenhagen. i live here with about 30ish other students (10 on my floor, let's say) and it's quite nice and we share bathrooms with radiant floor heating and a truly beautiful and modern kitchen and if you want to see photos, please check facebook because i'm too lazy to post them twice.
speaking of my kitchen, and this is not, even the slightest bit related to my story, but is in fact another story entirely, which we will hereafter call: yogurt roulette, i'm eating yogurt that i bought today. with an august one expiration date. no problem, except that when i went to open it, i found that it was already open.
which is bound to happen in a house with 20million residents. but on the off chance that it was opened by a lunatic poisoner at the grocery and not by one of my housemates, know that i love you a lot.
yes, megan, i did still eat it.
the relevant thing about this is mostly that my new home is super convenient and within biking distance of everything, which comes into play later, in the retrieving part of the story.
here is the not retrieving part of the story. about 2 weeks ago or maybe a week and three quarters, we went on this day long bus field trip to various sites in northern copenhagen. we went to this residential place (in denmark it's called co-housing, and i think it used to be kind of commune-like, but now it's basically like living in a condominium complex and is therefore only exciting and interesting in that it is in denmark and not, i don't know, south florida).
and then we went to this church the most beautiful church i've ever seen. designed by jorn utzon (who designed the sydney opera house). and i'm having this whole experience and thinking this. THIS would be an awesome place to worship. and also i need to go to the restroom. and then the professor comes around and says we're leaving soon and so i go to the restroom. and when i go i SWEAR TO YOU that there were dozens of people milling around and i come out, what 2 minutes, maybe, later and they have all vanished.
with the bus. it always takes forever to load up that bus. but not this time. it was like the magic school bus with the red headed lady and they up and left me. and while bagsvaerd is not a terrible place to be left, generally i don't like to be forgotten, especially not in foreign countries and when i've been promised other beautiful places to see.
the short thing to say is they came back and my professor thought i was dumb.
but not as dumb as she thought i was later.
because later i realized that my bag seemed rather light, which normally would be nice, but not when it's because you've left your giant 35 mm camera here. incidentally, another gorgeous church, where, in my haste to NOT BE LEFT BY THE BUS AND SO I WILL JUMP UP IMMEDIATELY WHEN YOU SAY THAT MAYBE WE MIGHT LEAVE SOON, i left my sweet darling film camera sitting on a chair next to me. and i hate to admit it, but there was a small moment of weakness in which i thought "well, maybe i'll have to get a nice digi to replace it", but then i cried.
this is the retrieving part of the story: i called the next day and they had my camera. so i picked it up. this part is not very exciting, excepting that i rode my bike for a long time all by myself.
i guess what i'm trying to say is that both my camera and i were lost and found. and while camera has stayed relatively safe since, i was lost again, later, in finland. when i went to the bathroom.
so i guess if i've learned one thing, it's this: hold it.
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