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From First Kiss to K-1

I hope you’re ready for a fast paced summary of my experience obtaining a K-1 visa! Before I start to yak about this rollercoaster, I’ll remind you that this is Devin’s and my personal process; I don’t know more than our experiences and the research we’ve done ourselves. 

Try not to get overwhelmed by the number of, well, numbers. There’s a shitload of paperwork involved, all with different numerical names. K-1, I-129, DS-160….


Let me explain: K-1 is a “fiancé visa,” which, as the name suggests, is a visa for couples intending to marry in the near future. The K-1 gives you ONE entry to the States, and you have to get married within 90 days. If you’re the reality TV-type, there’s a program called “90 Day Fiancé”: In a very artificial reality-tv kind of way, it shows different K-1 applicants with their fiancés. It might sound goofy, but it’s actually a great show–my mom approved it even before I met Devin. 

In this blog post I’ll try to tell you about everything that happened after that fateful kiss in London (maybe not everything, I’ll spare you the details…) until I received my K-1 visa in the mail on December 23rd, 2019. It was a whirlwind.


Our process in 9 steps:

1. Make the decision

I know this sounds very romantic; we made the decision while sitting in a parking lot outside Ralph’s 2 years ago. I was visiting Devin for one month Jan/Feb 2019 and we knew that in order to be together for good, something had to happen.
We’d been talking with different foreigners currently living in the States and no other option besides getting married would allow us to be together. Both of us knew, but I remember how we didn’t REALLY talk about it. Until this day in the car, where I asked Devin “What do you think about this crazy idea?” He always knows the right answer: “I knew, from the moment we found out about the options, that I wanted to marry you.” (I know, he’s amazing!).

I’d always imagined a wedding…just far in the future. It would include a romantic proposal, flawless white dress, and a party with all my friends and family (I mean, I’m a girl who loves her romance…). Devin and I didn’t have the money to throw such a big celebration and I wasn’t able to party with Danish loved ones. So we’ll have to save all the festivities for later.

Point is, even though we got married at the unglamorous County Clerk Office, we still recited the knees-weakening words “I do” to each other. I naturally started to think of marriage as a trust bond between two people; the love and loyalty should be just as present the day before the wedding as the day after.

2. Gather proof and research

After tirelessly researching the required documents and proof for the application, we started getting everything together. USCIS (United States Citizenship and Immigration Services) needs a lot of proof to show that the relationship is legit. Proof can be clear pictures together, letters mailed, receipts for engagement rings, etc. We collected and organized it all on Google Drive folders, and by the time Devin visited me in May 2019, we had a solid ground to fill out the I-129F application.

This step continues throughout the whole process to K-1, and even further after getting to The States. It is so important to keep up the streak of pictures and messages, since USCIS looks at the consistency of communication. Of course we travelled to see each other, not only to gather proof, but things like taking pictures where we’re conveniently both facing front without sunglasses or hats is something we kept in mind. I feel pretty sorry for couples applying during COVID-19 though, always wearing their mask…

3. File I-129F, Petition For Alien Fiancé

(“Alien”, yes that’s me. I have had many cute nicknames throughout my 21 years, but I must admit that I didn’t expect alien to pop up on the list.)

Since this was the first official form we had to fill out we might have been a little naive about some things. We shared an awful lot of “Is this right?” moments. 

In May, we turned my dad’s office into our own printing center. Devin and I had everything neatly and professionally organized into binders for shipment. The joy of being so well prepared turned out to be pretty short-lived for Devin, however, when he returned to the States. Europe uses A4 paper size which is around 0.5 inches thinner and 0.5 inch taller than the US letter size. It sounds so trivial, but this little clash of cultures brought Dev a lot of unwanted hours at Staples trying to fit additional paper into the Danish plastic sleeves.


In June we were ready for Devin to send this package and pay the required fee of $535. No one said long-distance love was cheap. Before USCIS will receive it, it’ll stop by a visa office that filters all the applications to flag larger mistakes for correction. The applications that halt here are the often ones that don’t have the right form attached or that are missing signatures.


And guess what: our package was paused!
(WARNING: Creating an application to the US Immigration Service is just never a walk in the park; it will take a lot of work and might cause a lot of frustration).
Imagine putting a puzzle together with all the pieces pictureside facing down. And oh yeah, small detail, then there’s having to expose all personal messages, pictures and letters you’ve ever sent to each other…

So, we needed one more signature saying that we are not using any attorney. We heard back around two weeks after submitting the application for the first time. Devin signed it and went right back to the post office. Not everyone uses an immigration lawyer, and we were a little too stubborn saving money. If you can afford it, it’s a great help smoothing the process. Looking back, yes, we could’ve used one to spare ourselves the stress. Of course, a lawyer can’t work magic. There’s still a lot of work involved for the couple.

Just remember that while the K-1 is a big step closer to your fiancé, it’s not the finish line. There’s a bunch of fees along the way even after moving to U.S. 

4. Book flight to LAX

I decided to book my flight on the 31st of October 2019 even though I couldn’t be 100% sure that I would have my visa by then. Dev and I just saw the prices rising, and the thought of stepping into 2020 together sounded so perfect. If I absolutely needed to, I could reschedule the date. But I was hopeful, crossing my fingers that by the end of October I’d be standing with my K-1 visa in my hands

5. Notice of approval and interview in Sweden

On November 12th, 2019 Devin received a letter: “The National Visa Center (NVC) received your fiancé(e)’s/spouse’s approved I-129F petition from U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS). NVC will now forward the petition to the U.S. Embassy or Consulate in Stockholm, Sweden.” 

Sweden?! Just to clarify: Stockholm is a good 10 hour drive away without traffic (if you have a car)… After hours spent trying to reach different embassies, we found that all K-1 applicants from Norway, Denmark and Sweden (they just lump us all together) are sent to Stockholm due to the low number of applications. But, I mean, seen in a more positive light: I do love to travel! That was my first trip to Sweden; two birds with one stone.

6. File DS-160

While accepting the change of plans and my long trip to Sweden, I started my DS-160 application. The DS-160 is an online non-immigration form. The fact that this form is online is awesome and so much easier than the paper forms. I filed the form (and paid another $160 fee) the 19th of November. We were now ready to contact the embassy for an interview…at least I thought. It took me another day of calling and emailing several people to figure out that I would have to wait a few days for a checklist package. This package is just an email, but during this process it feels like all news is good news. Email will remind you what to bring/not to bring to the interview at the embassy, a scanned copy of your accepted I-129 and a link where to schedule the interview date.

7. Schedule medical examination and X-ray

On November 25th, a Monday, I prepared to travel to Copenhagen for two medical appointments (totalling $520–yes, this is getting expensive; are you keeping track?) 

It ended up a little more chaotic than I expected.

I was staying at a friend’s place the night before, so I would be able to get scheduled for the early hours. First stop would be a special immigration medical clinic, second stop the X-ray clinic, and third (and final) stop would be a five-hour bus trip home.


The immigration doctor tried to take a blood test three times before he gave up, laid down the needle, and sent me to a hospital forty minutes away. I didn’t have a car, but luckily public transportation is easy, affordable and not scary in Denmark (see that, America?!)

I came to the hospital with a nice little piece of paper from the secretary at the immigration office indicating I’m scheduled for a blood test. I ran into yet another obstacle after waiting about an hour in those “pull a number” lines. I was sent to the wrong department, and trying to reach the immigration doctor during his lunch break is about as difficult as teaching Gen X’ers about Instagram. I probably waited another hour before a very friendly nurse decided to help me after I told her I had a bus to catch in 50 minutes. While Friendly Nurse completed the test on her first try, another Boss Ass Nurse (an angel sent from Heaven, really) took my phone and convinced the secretary at the other medical office that she made a mistake and fixed it. These saintly nurses may have been the reason I didn’t have a mental breakdown in front of everyone.

 8. Interview in Stockholm

Not as intimidating as feared, although I must say I was preparing myself for the worst interrogation. 

To limit stress, I rented an Airbnb in Stockholm from December 4th to the 5th, mere walking distance from the American Embassy. I bought plane tickets to ease travel time, although two whole days on a bus with a bunch of strangers does sound very appealing. Keep in mind that my flight to LA was booked for the 31st, meaning I’d have but a few weeks to ensure I was mailed the Visa package in time.

On the 5th, I got through security and was assigned to a waiting area. They called out my number and I approached a row of counters separated by small room dividers (kinda like those we see now everywhere, because of COVID). The young woman on the other side asked me obvious questions about Devin and our relationship. I wanna say she might have asked between five and ten questions, but it was very conversational and relaxed. “Where did you and your fiancé meet?”, “When have you seen each other?” and “Have you met your fiancés parents?” After the interview, I was asked to sit down in the waiting area again. It felt just like anticipating a grade after an oral exam: would I leave with an approved K-1 case? 


Spoiler: I left empty-handed. I wasn’t denied, but they weren’t able to approve it either before seeing more information on Devin’s dad’s tax returns and pay stubs. 

I went back to Denmark the same day at once relieved to know this was the only remaining document, but also exhausted that the Visa wasn’t already on its way. I only had 25 days!

After emailing back and forth with the embassy and my father-in-law, I gathered the last needed documents and got confirmation that my package was now on its way from Sweden. Now it was just a matter of countdown.

 9. Received my K-1:

It was a pink letter with a Swedish return address. It arrived on December 23rd, the day before we celebrate Christmas in Denmark. I can’t remember ever having danced around because of a letter, but I was overjoyed.  And I couldn’t have imagined a better Christmas present. 

I was ready to leave on New Years Eve! Visa printed in my passport and in my carry on the visa package. This package is sealed when you receive it from the embassy and it’s essential that no one opens it, except for Mr. Never-Smiling in border control. Why America has to be that extra, I don’t know; I assume they hid something more exciting than my medical exam in that package.
With suitcases packed (how to fit your life in three suitcases remains a mystery to me) I now had NO excuse to stay safe and sound under comfy bed covers in Denmark. I had to say goodbye to friends and family for now.

In the end, the complex process taught us a lot about each other. While obtaining a visa may not be the ideal entry into marriage, it made Devin and I even closer.
Going through this process asked for us to stay realistic, mature and organized. And then the final reward–a visa! a fiancé!–felt beyond satisfying. We feel like we can handle anything as a couple.


— And that’s without knowing a year long pandemic and a slowed-down Green Card process was awaiting. I’ll catch you up on that later, I promise!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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Get Bachelorette-y!

Dressed in my new pink tutu, a plastic crown, and some screaming 80s leg warmers, I walked around the city of Randers alone with zero clue what would happen next. All I knew was that I was SUPER loved by friends and family–people who would arrange an entire treasure hunt and make sure I looked like a clown doing it. I didn’t know whether to cry in gratitude or laugh at the embarrassment. 

Even after these girls have given me one too many drinks, I still love them.

Let’s rewind a bit. After moving back to my parents’ briefly before leaving for the States, my siblings and I planned to have a cute little sister-brother-hygge at my sister Joy’s place in Randers. Alex, my brother, had a parkour/free-running show in the same city that we were going to see friday night. The plan was to watch the show, then come back to Joy’s for dinner and a sleepover. I made sure to change my shift and get off work early that evening. I was so stoked to have some quality time with my family and be there to support Alex.

(Just a little Danish convo with my siblings about my brothers non-existing free running show…)

Way before I looked decent enough to go anywhere (I took a nap as soon as I came home from work), Joy asked me to help her buy some groceries for the night. We didn’t get more than a few feet out of the door before the route changed. Lucky for her, Joy said, she’d won a theater gift card a few days prior. “Can we just stop by and scoop it up?” she asked. Me (thinking: Great, I look like shit and haven’t showered): “Sure, ofc we can pick that up. That’s awesome you won!”

You guessed it: There was no gift card. And I quickly realized Alex didn’t have a free-running show, either. Dinner plans also disappeared. 

Instead, Joy had led me to the first location of my treasure hunt, and I was more than surprised. Something was going on–but I honestly had no idea what that meant.

At the theater, a girl handed me a note saying something like this:

“Put on these pink leg warmers so you look flawless and walk to the downtown pub. When you’re there, ask for another note.” 


Joy suddenly left me with a “you’ll do this on your own!” and I started on the solo trip. It was maybe a quarter mile down to one of the local bars, which, I should say, I’d actually never been to until that day. Exactly as it said in the note, I entered the pub around 2 pm, which was surprisingly filled with people, most of them double the age (and size) of myself.

At the bar, not only the note but a tutu skirt awaited me. Modeling my two new “statement pieces,” I was told to stop by my old workplace (Flying Tiger) and then continue to my current workplace at the time (Restaurant Bones), all with some extra accessories in a matching color.

Picture this (actually I’ll picture it for you…) disco princess heading towards the final destination smiling at and high-fiving kids on the way. I was nervous about this final spot–a church in downtown Randers–and was making up some pretty awkward scenarios in my head. But thankfully I didn’t make it into the entrance before I saw a squad of very familiar faces leap out from a side alley. They saved the best for last: a bride-to-be band! As if the outfit wasn’t enough, now I had mascara marks down my cheeks. Gothic Princess…

No words. Being reminded that my loved ones planned out such a detailed surprise really warmed my heart. Good friends will take you on a dinner, but BEST friends will laugh their asses off while you strut around like a very lost Barbie.

This wasn’t even the end! We returned home with lunch and then suddenly got a visitor. Of course the first thought when the doorbell rang was stripper, but I had doubts after seeing a lady step inside. A Tupperware party? Now you might have a guess as to what kind of…event…they had set up for us, but I was a big question mark until I was handed an order list with all of the…things…this nice lady was selling (SPOILER: definitely not Tupperware…). She left after showing the products, but, as the expression goes, the night isn’t over til the bottle is empty (I just made up that expression). Quizzes, wine, games, champagne, dance, more wine and a continuation of the dance at the good old clubs we hang at. 

All in all a phenomenal way of celebrating my engagement with Devin, but also a reminder that even though I’ll be leaving Denmark, I have friends who’ll always stand by me. No matter what (tutu included).

To everyone who needs a reminder: take a look around! I’m sure you have friends and family who would go out of their way to put a smile on your face, do the unexpected, and dress you up in very ridiculous clothes. Love is so near.

Kys og kram, 

Victoria Liv

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Hockey-wife

Have you always been this passionate about hockey? you might ask when you spot me in the stands every Sunday, surrounded by snacks and a blanket.

Another Sunday in the stands!

Surprisingly, no! I was completely green on hockey before I met Devin. To begin with, it took YouTube videos and studying up on some rules (mainly to impress my guy), but now I know a decent amount. I’ve learned that the speedy prison-striped ice princesses raising their arms so often are called “refs,” and that you’re allowed to give a punch or two (just to give the game some extra “crunch,” I guess…btw, am I the only one who didn’t know that a fight is not just allowed during a professional hockey game but totally normal and scarily common?!)

What, exactly, is a hockey wife? Have you heard the expression “dance mom”? If not, I’ll explain: I’m referring to those moms who show up to every competition with extra hairspray and a “Let’s go Maddie!”-poster –the ones so dedicated they’ll threaten to punch a judge if results are disagreeable. I found out this is me… except I’m not a mom, obviously… and Dev isn’t dancing (I mean, it sure looks like it), and that’s what makes me hockey-wife. 

The fact is I married into a Canadian-American Hockey Family. Devin had experience on the ice since age 2 (just imagine those precious toddler feet in tiny skates!) and his mom spent years on the ice as a figure skater. 

And yet my man has still not seen me in skates. Not because we don’t want to, but, you know, COVID and all. The only hockey I’ve ever played is the PE kind on wooden floors. It was actually super fun back in middle school, with a yearly tournament dressed up in costumes… boy, I was dedicated. And even though I’m no Bambi-on-Ice, I also know I’m not some graceful ballerina, either….


Hockey (or ice hockey, as we Danes call it) seems to combine several elements from different sports: 

1) One of those ball-in-the-net-games that we all know and love.

2) Ice skating as the mode of transportation.

3) A fencing match using sticks almost the size of the players. 

4) With the pressure and the adrenaline rushing, it can (and will!) turn into a little boxing match, and the stripes won’t stop it before it leads to bigger injuries. A black eye or a little “kæberasler” (jaw-rattler, I guess I’ll translate it as) is just good TV.


It makes sense then why I always get a little anxious when Dev’s on the ice. (He’s there mostly for fun these days, considering the 6 diagnosed concussions he earned pursuing a collegiate hockey career + a much needed hip surgery.) To make it clear, he’s not the one rattling jaws; he’s a goalie who, unfortunately, has taken a few pucks to the head. 

So many sports in one is really impressive! And also really freaking EXPENSIVE!
Having danced competitively for so many years, I thought I knew what “expensive” meant. We’d attend tournaments at least once a month and Coach would send links to full outfits and then I (okay, let’s be fair: my parents) would have to pay for a new set of clothes and pair of shoes that would last, if we’re lucky, maybe one year.


But when I heard the cost of a complete hockey setup? Probably the feeling of getting a puck to the face.

Check out the equipment list below–a bunch of stuff I never would’ve thought of. This includes the specific items a goalie needs, such as goal pads, chest and arm protectors (which will make you look like a fluffy marshmallow), and some pretty thick gloves to block and catch (and lessen the chance of your fingers being chopped off with razor blade skates).

  1. Compression pants: $60
  2. Jock/cup: $70
  3. Socks: $25
  4. Knee pads: $100
  5. Pants: $250
  6. Chest protector: $450
  7. Jersey: $40
  8. Mask: $500
  9. Stick: $200
  10. Skates: $350
  11. Pads: $900
  12. Gloves: $350
  13. Blocker: $250

Total: $3,545

But don’t worry, maybe you can do without the bag, which will save you about $100, and see if you can find an alternative bag big enough to carry another human in it.

The cost of entrance can prevent a lot of people from starting the sport. But I know that some organizations (LA kings as an example) offer a gear starter pack and cheaper practice (also called clinics or workshops) to less privileged families. Hopefully this will open up hockey to more kids and diversify the scene. If you know any kids who are interested, you can read more here.

I’m so happy that Devin’s getting back into hockey! It makes me joyful to see him joyful. I love cheering my hubby on (half under my breath, because I’m trying not to embarass). And for financial reasons, I’m certainly ecstatic he already had all required gear.

But most of all, I’m proud! Seeing my little blue Michelin marshmallow dancing around in his goal. See you Sunday at the rink? I’ll bring my blanket. You bring the snacks.

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv (the hockey wife)

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I Do’s in Ohio

Last month I attended my first American wedding (besides my own, ofc). On Friday, September 25th, Devin’s cousin Erin got married in a beautiful barn about an hour from Cleveland. 

Dev and I booked our flights, packed our bags, and headed to the East Coast. Besides being guests at a gorgeous wedding and first-timers in Ohio, this trip would also be the very first time I’d meet Dev’s mom’s side of the family. That’s right: even though Dev and I have been married for more than 9 months, I hadn’t met his mom or her family yet. It’s been a little complicated with Covid and with all the aunts, uncles, and cousins spread out between Florida, North and South Carolina. 

The wedding

The ceremony started at 4 pm. A bunch of chairs were lined up in a flawless garden beside the barn. The right and left halves were separated by an aisle to the altar. This was all so far beyond dreamy; I’m talking about something you’d only see in those cute cry-your-makeup-off love movies. 

But no music? Huh? The DJ mixed up the dates and was probably at home in his jammies. No worries, though, and the problem was easily fixed with a pick-up truck’s open doors and some loud speakers.

A handful of stunning bridesmaids and handsome groomsmen started off the runway show, gliding up to the altar and the ceremony began. Tears of joy, wedding vows (American tradition), and two solid “I do”s enough to make everything even better. The barn was decorated with fairy lights and traditional round, white-decked tables. With a bar on one end and the DJ (who had now arrived!) on the other, the evening was destined to be full of joy!

American vs. Danish traditions 

When it comes to being a wedding guest, Katherine Heigl’s role in 27 Dresses makes me look like a newbie. I realized I’m really green in weddings –especially the American ones. 

The newly married couple gets their own little table on the other side of the dance floor, I guess so they can look at all their guests (?) and so no one is in doubt who we’re celebrating (?). Here’s a hint: the female in the long white $2000 dress is the bride. But, yeah, to be honest the groom at a formal wedding can be tougher to spot. After watching a whole season of Married at First Sight and 90 Day Fiance, I’ve realized that that’s very American. I haven’t seen that tradition at Danish weddings. 

Another tradition that seems to be European, but which is also incorporated into American weddings, is throwing rice as the married couple walks down the aisle. This tradition can be traced back to old Rome, throwing seeds symbolizes growth. Thus the whole rice-mess and
“planting” a new life together. Other little things they would throw? Grain, dates, nuts, or coins to wish the couple happiness and a good future (and obviously a full belly).

Now we’re ready for the party! Most people have attended a wedding where you tip silverware on the glass and make the two main characters kiss. Meanwhile, to a Dane: “Booooring, let’s spice this up!”… In Denmark, hitting forks on a wine glass means the couple must stand on their chairs and kiss. Enough? Nope! If the party stomps on the floor, the couple must kiss under the table. Just to be a little different, Danes do the normal kiss when all guests tap their silverware on their plates. 

We’re not completely done kissing. If the groom or the bride leaves the party room for any reason, all the guests from the opposite sex will go up and kiss the left-alone-partner on the cheek.

If you’re curious about more silly traditions, check out these links: Danish traditions (https://www.toptableplanner.com/blog/danish-wedding-traditions/) American traditions (https://weddings.lovetoknow.com/wiki/Wedding_Traditions)

Can we get married again, please?!

Since Devin and I got married on January 17th, 2020 (the best and almost the only great thing to happen this year), we recognized a few things: repeating the officiant, ending with “I do,” getting used to the titles of “husband” and “wife,” and wearing the rings. BUT we also saved a bunch of the other good stuff for later. I didn’t wear that stunning I’m-gonna-be-broke dress. We didn’t host a huge party. And none of us had family in attendance (but Dev’s brother Hunter was there to witness in a hockey jersey and flip flops!). 

When we decided to get married we agreed on saving the festivities for a later time. Our reasons were mostly financial and also had to do with time frame: we had 3 months to get married from the day I arrived in the States on a K-1 Visa. I can’t see how any couple would organize a (multicultural) dream wedding in 90 days. I mean, we need to combine Jewish, American and Danish traditions, to gather family from three different continents, and to decide just what country, exactly, the wedding will be in. Once we’re more financially stable, and once Covid is only a thing in the history books, we’ll plan to bring families together and live out these dreams…

So, Erin’s perfect wedding definitely made our heads explode with ideas, longing, and excitement!

Adventure as a couple

With all that said about fairytale weddings and meeting Devin’s crazy (but incredibly lovely!) family, I also just wanna touch on how great it feels to travel with my best person.

We’ve grown from only seeing each other on vacations and taking millions of cheesy couple pics to an everyday lifestyle more or less hiding in a studio (COVID-19, that bastard…). Even though we’ve managed the whole newlywed-under-a-pandemic situation to an A++ it was such a relief with the fresh air, foreign ground, and new faces (in masks)!

Btw I’m thinking about starting a corona-sucks-I-wanna-go-to-Denmark club. Would you join? Okay jk. But for real.

Love isn’t put on pause by a pandemic or by the distance between Denmark and California. 

Let’s all remember to share some handsanny, keep our distance, and wish for better times. 

Until then, check out how I deal with missing friends and family HERE or maybe get read my COVID post HERE. And to Erin and Cole, congratulations again and welcome to married life!!

Kys og kram, 

Victoria Liv

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Idioms: Danish vs. American

Smack the horse, crack and break, and take a grandad are just a few of our funny Danish sayings. It still makes Devin laugh when I ask him to “take the dishes” when I know I should say “do,” or when I say “two seconds” instead of just “one.”

Navigating English as a second language can be tough and confusing at times. I consider my English “pretty good,” which makes me feel even more odd when I mess up. I’ve lived in California for 9 months now and find it fascinating how the languages are similar in many ways and yet still have their own charm.

So many of the cultural expressions are imprinted in us–we never stop to think about them. We’ve been saying them for decades! So when we learn a new language, we also have to adapt new and maybe rethink old sayings.

— To the left, there’s a little guide to sound (almost) like a native in Danish.
Crash course made by Københavns Sprogcenter.


American English – Danish (translated):

  • Hold your horses – smack the horse (klap lige hesten)
    Meaning: Wait a minute
  • One second – two seconds (to sekunder)
    Meaning: Just a moment
  • Cat nap – Grandad (morfar)
    Meaning: A nap
  • Break a leg – crack and break (knæk og bræk)
    Meaning: Good luck
  • Bought the farm – took off the wooden shoes (stillet træskoene)
    Meaning: To die
  • Holy cow – take a vacation ( hold da ferie)
    Meaning: Wow
  • Go bananas – go cucumber (gå agurk)
    Meaning: Go crazy
  • Kill two birds with one stone – hit two flies with one swat (slå to fluer med et smæk)
    Meaning: Achieve two aims at once
  • Under the table – In the fence ( I hegnet)
    Meaning: Be drunk
  • Jesus Christ – Mild Moses (milde Moses)
    Meaning: Strong expression of disbelief, disappointment, pain etc.
  • On good terms – On good foot (på god fod)
    Meaning: Friendly with each other
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And since we ran out of weird English idioms to imitate, we just made more up on our own: 

  • Loves to read – Reading horse (Læsehest)
  • Loves water – water dog (Vandhund)
  • Very drunk – chicken drunk (Hønefuld)
  • Wrong: gone wrong in the town (gået galt i byen)
  • Very windy – blowed like a half pelican (Blæser en halv pelikan)
  • Be lucky – Shot the parrot (skudt papegøjen)
  • That’s nonsense – You must have eaten nails (du må have spist søm)
  • Bad hearing – Wheat in the ears (hø i ørene)
  • Countryside –  Lars diarrheas fields (Lars tyndskids marker)

And I could continue for a very long time… 

This was me showing you (and defending myself!) that I have reasons to sound silly sometimes. Have a good day!

Kys og kram, 
Victoria Liv

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How we optimized and personalized our tiny apartment

Before I moved to The States, I was renting my own apartment in a Danish city called Randers. I lived there for about 2 years at a monthly rate of $380 (2500 kr). I know: that’s approximately what you’d pay for parking in downtown LA. It was a tiny yet cozy space around 322 ft² (30 m²). Back then I had a hard time fitting all my things into just a kitchen, a bathroom and one main room (which doubled as ¼ bedroom, ¼ living room, ¼ dining room and ¼ dance studio).


Or at least I thought I had a hard time because all that seems pretty luxurious now that I’ve experienced life in LA.

To my and Devin’s luck, we did (and still do) pretty well as two people (both with an abnormal amount of clothing and knick knacks) squished into a smaller amount of square feet (during a pandemic, no less). It definitely helped that we had a very cute backyard and gym (that was only closed 7 out of the 8 months we were there). But was the $1500 (10.000 kr) in rent really worth it? Now you might be wondering, “Were they living in Beverly Hills with rent like that?” Nope, even better –we were located in the gorgeous area between Koreatown and Downtown Los Angeles; our view included humongous hills of trash (before the homeless set those on fire to stay warm, ofc) and included the lovely soundtrack of police choppers overhead.
I haven’t given a single thought to how we could be living in a spacious, two-bedroom modern townhouse in Denmark for that price. No, never, not one thought given…

  • Assembling bedframe
  • Moving to DT LA

Now time to “turn that frown upside down,” as Devin might say. I DID love our apartment in DT LA because it was ours. It was the first place we got to choose together and make homy and hyggelig (from the Danish word hygge, which I’ll need a whole post to explain).

For those curious about how we navigated a small space in a big city, I’m happy to share how we personalized and optimized. Also, I’m here to brag about my handywoman work (when it comes to assembling IKEA, I definitely wear the pants. Or shorts, it’s pretty hot here in Cali).

Don’t be afraid of mixing his and mine

While living with my significant other, I quickly discovered there’s not really a “his” and “mine”–and I love it. This means I get a closet double the size and Devin’s face is always moisturized: isn’t that great?!


Naturally, we’re not separating the closet, the shelves, the cupboards, etc. Not only do we optimize space, but also we learn to compromise. By combining my graduation hat (a very traditional thing in Denmark) with Dev’s Florida seashells, we learn to accept (and appreciate!) each other’s differences.


Figure out how to use the walls

Don’t underestimate YouTube! I’ve watched so many handyman videos during these 8 months in that studio. The main thing Devin and I learned: when hanging anything on the walls in an apartment complex, be sure you know what kind of walls you’re dealing with. We put up a few pictures and a little kitchen rack for spices and paper towels. All went smoothly and we felt unstoppable. The bliss was short-lived, though, when we went to hang some wooden shelves Devin made (with help from his big bro). The drillbit went directly through the wall and we were left with a hole the size of a pencil.
With anchors (suddenly) way too small, the only option I saw was covering it with a poster (preferably Justin Bieber or Zac Efron ofc), but compromise…  This wasn’t in my lovely husband’s plans, so we came up with an alternative.

Did you know that there’s an invention called “flip toggles” that can hold up to 106 pounds (48 kg) in drywall/hollow wall? I do now! Thank you Ultimate Handyman on YouTube!

Since our discovery of flip toggles, we hung 3 wooden crates and 3 of Devin’s shelves. Immediately the room felt bigger, the furniture more evenly-spaced. You could barely tell that the last shelf was tilted enough to be a ski slope for the cockroaches who occasionally came to visit. So yeah, open up YouTube and put on that Bob the Builder safety helmet!


Reuse jars and cans

If you, like we did, have a tiny kitchen (*I’m pretty sure ours was built for clueless cooks, the kind who have never seen a measuring cup), then I have a few useful tips. I’m not reinventing the wheel, or as we say in Danish “inventing the deep plate,” so if you’re already doing this, super! If not, stay right here. 

I’m a sucker for reusing jars and cans (especially when I know the recycling here isn’t always guaranteed in apartment complexes) and I love to put them to use after finishing whatever deliciousness was in them. On top of our cabinets we placed a bunch of cute glass jars filled with a variety of seeds and nuts, saving us the hassle and waste of plastic bags (not to mention essential cabinet space).
Old cans are perfect for repotting plants. The Don Francisco’s Coffee Dev drinks has a perfect-sized tub for basil and other herbs (basil is definitely the easiest one; cilantro, however, won’t stay alive for more than 2 weeks).


Make the best of it

So, sure, you might be living in a spot like our old place, one that earned just 1 out of 5 stars on Yelp. But this doesn’t mean you can’t or shouldn’t make it feel cozy and personalized. A home is were the heart is, so we continued to take the negative in stride (cops walking in and out of the complex, police helicopters whirring at night, the all-too-often dumpster fires).
All until we found health threatening fungus-mushrooms growing in our shower, we ain’t bout dat… but that’s a whole other convo.


Maybe your default now is to see the negative: about your apartment, your neighborhood, your roomie. But my advice to you would be: create a place where you can go “offline” and be YOU. Maybe it’s Christmas lights in colors to hang over your “hygge-corner.” Or maybe it’s a stick of Palo Santo lit beside your yoga mat, filling your spot with zen. 


Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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I am plant-based (and happier)

See, if I had written “vegan,” half of you would probably think, “What a preacher!” But now that I’ve got your attention… I am vegan. 

According to Wikipedia’s definition, “Veganism is the practice of abstaining from the use of animal products, particularly in diet, and an associated philosophy that rejects the commodity status of animals.” 


Veganism is (in my opinion) a lifestyle that one can choose and adapt in many ways. My veganism has roots in my family and upbringing.

My mom barely ate meat when I was born and slowly turned away from it. When my older sister Tatiana became all 100% plant based, my mom followed. Not long after, my little sister Kat became vegan (she was only 13 at that time; she’s so freaking bad ass!). Although half of my family wasn’t eating meat, including my mom, she’d always make two dishes for dinner. We’d have a choice between one with meat and one without. Can we just take a minute to praise that lady?! I know how time-consuming it can be to cook for only two, and she cooked two meals every night for 5-10 people…!

Vicki the Meat Eater

As a picky and stubborn kid, I’d always go with the “easy” option: the meat dish. If you ask my siblings or parents today, they’ll tell you I was the one who consumed the most meat (and just food in general!). So, what happens when someone tells you something a countless number of times? You start to believe it. 

I saw myself as this kid who could, and would, eat the most. At restaurants, I’d go out of my way to pick the plate that sounded most extreme. Combo plate with chicken, meatballs, and steaks? It’s mine! There was this strange pressure to maintain the image that my surroundings created. And I’m just now realizing how unhealthy this relationship with food was. I never knew how it felt to be simply full because I kept eating past that.


I’ll bet a dairy-free pint of Ben & Jerry’s you’re imagining a very fat kiddo–but that’s not completely true. Yes, I was a little chubby, but all my dance classes helped me stay within the normal weight class.

During boarding school in 9th grade, my parents were no longer paying for dance classes. I gained a few pounds and topped 165 lbs (75kg), but in another post I can tell you how I lost 33 lbs (15kg) in a couple years.

2015/2018

How and why did I become vegan?

Let’s just say my family was pretty surprised. I mean, I was working at an American-themed restaurant called BONES.


One night my older sister of two years, Josephine, and I talked about how we felt like we were vegans “in the closet.” We admired our sisters and mom for making the change, and we knew that it was (in our opinion) the best thing to do. But we also agreed that we couldn’t take the step; it was just too much of a sacrifice.


Something changed in me during the summer of 2018, however. I was 19 and had just returned from a dance competition with my four best friends in the world, my dance crew Selection. After that trip I was feeling super motivated and confident. That was when I travelled to London (solo) to take dance classes. 


My parents will often joke how it took an amazing boy to finally convert me to veganism. And I can’t argue there.

Devin had been plant-based for 2 years when he met me. He took me to Wild Life Cafe on our second night together. At that point in my life, I was completely open to letting everything in. People, ideas, inspiration. I was ready to eat up the world.
Coming home from London, I continued to eat meat when it was served, but I stopped buying it. Ditto milk, eggs and cheese. When I found out Devin was going to fly in just two weeks later, I started experimenting with veggie-packed meals (and bombing my vegan family members with questions).

I went from thinking explicitly “vegan food” to just cooking creative dishes that happened to have no animal products. Way easier than expected, surprisingly! 

November 4th, 2018 was the day Devin arrived in Denmark and the last day for me as Vicki the Meat Eater.

My whys might be different from other vegans you know. It took a boy and my health to go cold turkey (from, well, turkey). Is that selfish? I sometimes think so, but my motivation has since expanded. I’m much more aware of the profound impact it has on animal cruelty and the environment.

Lately I’ve followed the new Danish political parti Veganer Partiet and they’ve opened my eyes to the brutal reality of how animals are treated (even when the farmers are following the law).
I’ll leave you with this link in case you wanna look more into the amazing (and much needed!) work lead by Henrik Vindfeldt.

My relationship with food now

No more chunky monkey (as Dev would have called me, out of love of course). Food is way more interesting now, to be honest. Freestyling (Click here, to check out my favorite recipe) in the kitchen is a newfound passion, and I’m in love with the challenge of working from scratch. When you can’t just pull a ready-made meal off the supermarket shelf, you get creative! I’m not picky anymore (besides pickles, remoulade–a Danish thing, made out of pickles, so don’t bother to look it up–and olives. Oh and artichokes actually).

Some might think “vegan food” will make you either super skinny (because it’s all veggies) or terribly unhealthy (because a lot of alternatives are processed). It’s a fine balance between veggies providing all your necessary protein/vitamins and substituting meat alternatives in your favourite dishes. I’m sure some (me!) would worry about saying goodbye to pizza forever. I have to tell you, though… damn do I love my vegan pizzas loaded with greens and Daiya cheese.

BBQ cauliflower wings on cashew cheese and onion
topped with home grown cilantro!

In the beginning, I told myself that I could start eating roast and drinking cow’s milk whenever I wanted, and that the switch to veganism was just to challenge myself. Being vegan, I feel far from restricted. Instead I would say enlightened, just probably not in the half-religious way you think. It’s not about giving up a big part of your plate. I found out that a dinner can be so much more than the basic 3-part meal: potatoes with sauce (we Danes really love our potatoes…), rosa steak, and a side salad.

Do I miss eating meat? No! Do I miss the social traditions and freedom to order everything on the menu? A little. But I’ve enjoyed so many amazing meals (with surprising ingredients and new spices) all because I’ve opened my mind to other options (PLUS restaurants are proving that plant-based is kinda trendy).

I will continue to encourage everyone to be open-minded when it comes to food, to discover new recipes and to accept lifestyles different from their own. We’re out here doing something that we know is right for us, for nature and for the future.

Still, I’m in no way saying this is what you need to do. Truthfully, I’m sick and tired of “meat eaters” sticking an equal sign between “vegan” and “preacher.” 

I remember how my mom would try to convince me (often!) to pick whatever meat-free option she made for dinner, and I would feel like she was coming across as pushy or a know-it-all. It didn’t feel good. But she wasn’t wrong. Her food was and still is delicious, more varied, and for a lot of reasons more ethically right. Now I see my resentment: she was trying to change my perspective before I was ready to.

Veganism is at its core about compassion–for animals, yes, but also fellow human beings.

Would I love for you to join me on this vegan journey and experience all the wonders of tofu scrambles and black bean burgers? Of course! It’s awesome and it has made me happier! But I also fully respect that these journeys take time, that our positive memories are intertwined with our meat, and maybe even part of our identity.

Any questions, comments, or delicious vegan recipes (yes, please!) are very welcome down below.

I’ll give you three of my favorite recipes:
Thai Peanut Lettuce Wraps, but with rice noodles and less oil (with the peanut butter and that amount of oil it can be a little too greasy).

Tira Misu, takes a little more time, but worth the extra effort. I promise!

Mac and Cheese, I usually boil and blend a carrot together with the potatos and the cashews sinse it’ll give the cheese more of that caracteristic cheese color.
ENJOY!

Kys og kram, Vicki the Plant Eater,
Victoria Liv

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Dancer in LA: under pressure and dealing with injuries

I came to L.A. 8 months ago just brimming with energy. I was charged up by love from Devin, having recovered fully from a pulled hamstring back in March 2019, and excited to train with California’s amazing dancers and noted choreographers.
In January/February 2019 I spent a month staying with Devin and would dance non-stop. Now, I thought, was my chance to make an impression on the trainers I’d scouted out.

My first two weeks living in LA went by fast. I was taking classes at multiple studios, going out for auditions and networking. But a twisted ankle during Nico O’Conner’s jazz funk class quickly put a hold on my joy.

At first I didn’t feel it, but when I got back home there was no doubt it was sprained. I stayed at home for 1-2 weeks, taped it up and did exercises. But worse than the pain was the discomfort of my thoughts. 

I wanted–needed–to dance so badly, and yet I had to continually convince myself to be patient. I just moved here and would have plenty of time to dance after the healing process. Or at least that’s what I thought. 

On February 13th I got into a car accident. I was hit on the driver’s side by a car running a red light (T-boned, as they call it here). Luckily my little sister (who was visiting from Denmark) and I were able to walk from the accident, but my body took the shock a little harder than my mind. My back tightened up, putting pressure on my rotator cuff, which no longer allowed my arm to rise higher than shoulder height.
Spending hours and hours at The Health Spot – Studio City – Home with a chiropractor and massage wasn’t ideal; that said, they made the experience as comfortable and safe as possible.

Just when I was ready to dance again and confident nothing could get worse: BOOM, the universe served a pandemic and closed all the dance studios.

I know that this pandemic has had serious consequences for a lot of people. Losing jobs, losing homes and some even losing family members. While I didn’t experience loss in that way, it nevertheless felt like I was now missing my creativity outlet. 

The pandemic turned the plans I had upside down.
Knowing that I would have to wait for my working permit to get a job, I imagined spending most of my time in studios like Movement Lifestyle, Millennium, Tmilly, and Playground. These classes, I thought, would be a way to meet people and distract myself from homesickness. It wouldn’t be just training for me, but a second home. But with dance classes no longer an option, I had to seriously readjust my expectations.

To my surprise the quarantine was lifted briefly. Thankfully studios opened for a few weeks, although with limited capacity, mask requirements, and six feet of social distancing. Everyone was so excited to take “in-person” classes again, and I was too! Those first classes back were alive with positivity and gratitude from all the dancers. We couldn’t hug or touch, but we still felt connected. I doubt any dancer can take for granted a non-virtual class again. 

On the other hand, online classes lower the performance anxiety, which might be healthy considering the competitive atmosphere. At the end of class it’s almost a ritual for teachers to pick the outstanding dancers or split us into groups. Competition is everywhere. And as fantastic as it is dancing alongside such talented and driven dancers, there’s an immense pressure. To master choreography. To perform at top level. To be noticed by the teacher. 

One thing I’ve learned (especially with perfectionist tendencies) is that I need to know my limits. It’s great to aspire to keeping up with these dancers, but I can’t expect myself to be at 100% where I left off. I learned this the hard way. The third lesson back, without having warmed up enough, I jumped down in a split (because we were told to) and pulled my hamstring on my left leg (opposite of my earlier pulled hamstring).

Studios closed down again, and I’m sitting here nursing a new injury. I still feel like I haven’t discovered my full potential as a dancer. Clearly I need to get to know my body better.
Over here, in America, there’s another mindset about achievement (rent here is not cheap and dance jobs don’t hang on trees) and I guess I expected myself to just adapt effortlessly to that mindset.
Truth is, it takes time to not only encode it in your brain, but also to prepare your whole body for the enormous pressure of training. I’m working on bettering the connection between mind and body.

How to handle/treat a new injury: RICE

Note to myself (and you): Listen to your body!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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COVID: I guess I’ll start another puzzle…

The first one was taking up half of our floor space, and I think Devin wasn’t too thrilled about the mess, but I reassured him that the 1000-piece Monet painting would only take a few… weeks.

Everything about COVID-19 has been confusing, frustrating and depressing. Although I am fortunate enough to say I’ve had it easier than others, it’s been a dark time for me too. No, I didn’t lose my job (because I didn’t have one…),and Devin is able to pay rent, and no one in my close circle has been ill (knock on wood/“syv, ni, tretten” in Danish), but the entire situation is still terrifying.

So what do we do? 
We stay productive. The rock-solid answer when people are asking “How are you holding up?” is a short and simple: “I’m good, just trying to stay busy, you know.”The alternative would be slightly TMI: “I’m mildly depressed. Went through four shows on Netflix, I’m baking cake like crazy and spending at least two hours a day on Candy Crush” — clearly not the most interesting and Insta-worthy response.
I have, like so many others, felt the pressure from people preaching about productivity and the 1001 challenges that formed on social media in the beginning of lockdown. Push ups on one finger, knit a wedding dress, write a book, idk it got pretty wild. We feel guilt and feel like we need to reinvent the wheel so at the very least we can come out of this pandemic with something to show for ourselves (5 months at home and all you did was…cake?)

My solution

(BE AWARE: I haven’t tested this on anyone other than a 5’5’’ blond Scandinavian, but it should be applicable on anyone with an open mind).


I won’t try to make this something it’s not. We’re living through a worldwide pandemic, which means businesses shutting down, families stressed, severe suffering. Okay, that got a little dark, but I promise I’ll brighten it up again now…
Point is, stay positive and busy, but be gentle with yourself. Avoid needless pressure to spend every second of quarantine wisely.” No one needs extra weight on their conscience during an already heavy time like this. 

If you feel like blaming the virus, I’d say go for it. For me, blaming Covid has been a way to accept limitations and vulnerability. I gained 5 pounds: “COVID.” I finished Sweet Magnolias in one week: “COVID.” I’m broke: “COVID!”
Dealing with the situation in quarantine is, for me, about finding a balance between absolute zero productivity and maintaining health (and sanity).
I’ve watched shows that I would never “waste” my time on before and it feels great. On the other hand, I’ve experimented with at-home workouts and made sure not to eat pancakes every day. 

Let’s backtrack a bit actually. I say Stay Positive, and you’ll be like, “Is the recipe for that linked somewhere or something?” I’m still working on it, but for now I’ll give you a piece of advice: Make sure to mark the good days. On days when I actually succeed in crossing items off the To Do list (whether it’s just groceries and cleaning, or an X number of finished blog posts), I’ll thank myself (and Devin!) for a great day. It sounds a little bit religious as I type it out now, but that’s my honest way to find some joy. It reminds me that there are good days to break up the bad, those afternoons where I seem to be eating too much cake and finishing too many crosswords…

A day at a time

No one can tell exactly how long it’s gonna take for COVID to die down or for someone to find a vaccine. Maybe you are waiting to travel somewhere or aching to get back to normal school and not these virtual lessons. And trust me, you’re not alone. We need to take one day at a time. Mark the good ones, and stay strong on the not-so-good ones. Every day is a new day, and let yourself recharge in between each of them.

We’ll get through this together (with a mask, hand sanitizer and physical distance). Have a good day. Stay safe and sane. 

If you’ll excuse me, I have a puzzle to start. 

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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5 things I do on days I miss Denmark “extra much”

When moving to another country/state/city there’s almost a guarantee that you’ll miss where you came from. If not, great! That doesn’t make you selfish or cold-hearted: it just means you’re able to feel present and trust your decision to move.


But maybe you’re like me: feeling a lump in my throat when thinking about my fluffy dogs at home, girls’ night with my squad or a hug from Dad. And if that’s the case, this post might help comfort you during moments of heartache and homesickness.

1. Facetime/skype/zoom you name it

I know, I know, everyone says that. BUT, this actually helps me a lot. 
Having just moved to the US, it was difficult to use FaceTime in a way that felt good or “enough.” I would think about FaceTiming friends and family, but then experience this weird feeling like I “had to” (similar to when your mom tells you to call Grandma, and you’re like “will do”…) I love my family and friends to the moon and back, but sometimes the idea of a FaceTime seemed exhausting.

Luckily, my amazing man Devin convinced me that I just had to do it, reminding me how thankful I’d be after. Now I almost have one FaceTime a day, and it’s like my “hygge”-meter gets filled up (hygge [pronounced: “hoo-GA”] is Danish for almost all the good things in the world, but let’s translate is as “cozy” for now, and I’ll elaborate later) gets filled up.

I wanna give you 3 pieces of advice tho, 1) If you’re both busy, make sure to set a date and a time, especially if there’s a time difference. Obvious? Maybe, but I have definitely woken my parents up a few times in the middle of the night, completely forgetting that people in Denmark aren’t always awake when I want them to be. 2) These phone calls don’t have to be hours long. Sometimes I get annoyed or impatient from being on a long call, and I’ll admit when I don’t feel like talking more. 3) Make sure you have a good connection. There’s no greater mood-killer than when half your conversation includes “I can’t hear you, you’re breaking up” or “Wait up, it says poor connection?”

2. Get something Danish in my system

What I like to do is to bawl along with a bunch of Danish music such as Kim Larsen, Tim Christensen, Mads Langer and Lukas Graham.

 I find myself overcome with pride of my Danish roots, and I tend to appreciate Danish artists so much more now. Other ideas of setting a Danish mood would be watching some Danish news, an episode of “Maddysten” (one of those cooking contests that makes you wanna be the next Gordon Ramsay), and cooking up a Danish dish (of course with some inspiration from “Maddysten”).
I have a feeling that Devin appreciates the cooking more than the screamed Danish lyrics, but at least he pretends to like the music. 

3. Pick up a hobby

Speaking of cooking: I’ve spent a ton of time at home because of a working permit I’ve yet to receive and a pandemic quarantine, so I started experimenting in the kitchen (actually a kitchenette without an oven, so I’ve been creative you guys). 

If you have a history of burning pans or maybe you’re just in love with the Veggie Grill down the street, that’s okay. There are countless hobbies or activities out there, and who knows: you might even be an excellent knitter, trumpet player, Candy Crusher or herb mama! You just won’t know unless you try. I’ve been trying to make “Tarteletter,” a Danish stew usually with hen and asparagus placed in a little pie form, and let me admit, I’m still working on it…

Bought vs. made from bottom… in my defense, I did not have a proper pie form.
I’ve actually become a pretty good cheff!

4. Send messages to the people I miss

The message doesn’t have to be an essay declaring your infinite love, but mine actually ends up like that a lot, now that I think about it…

My messages are usually reminders to the people who matter most: “I miss you! You have a special place in my heart!” This will for sure bring a smile to their face, and I’ll bet all the money I (don’t) have that they’ll send you a text or a heart back. 

Here’s an example of a message I sent to my family in our closed Facebook group (which is an amazing idea to have btw!):

So if that’s what you feel like, go for it. If that’s too much “butterflies and rainbows” for you, just ask them how they’re doing!

5. Be sad

To be honest, this helps me the most. When I’ve been down for days and everything seems to weigh on me, I cry it out and feel the lump in my throat disappear.

I’m lucky enough to live with a person who can hold me while I let all the emotions run free. That might not be the case with you, but I still recommend leaning on the people around you. Often when you open up to friends, they feel even more secure about opening up to you as well. 

It’s not embarrassing to feel sad, and it doesn’t have to mean that you’re not happy where you are. My mom said something before I left that has helped my mindset a lot, even if it seems so logically obvious; When I’m in Denmark I’ll be craving to be in LA, and there’ll be times while living in LA where I wanna be in Denmark. So simply said and it’s just the “Grass is always greener” thing, but that reminds me to be present wherever I am.

Maybe your mama has a nugget of expressions to help you too, if not, you can borrow mine for a tad. She’s pretty wise and she also speaks English.

Feel free to comment below or hit contact to tell me how you feel about being away from home!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv