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Our love story

Warning: This will both be cheesy and sugar sweet

There I stood, at the airport in the early AM. Even though I heard the stewardess’ heels “click, clack, click, clack” and saw people rush into shops, out of shops and towards gates, I felt alone. Alone in a good way. Just me, getting on the plane. 

Soon I would be riding the bus and the underground in the old school streets of London, and taking dance classes with famous choreographers. I had been in London before, but this was something different. Suddenly, I would see the city with more grown-up eyes. 

And this was the first time I had flown alone. I heard about my friend’s sister travelling around to different countries by herself and meeting people that she wouldn’t have met otherwise. She opened up and shed her shyness. 

I was in a state of mind to pursue my dreams without hesitation; hopefully this little trip to London would be the first journey of many. I wanted to come home knowing that I could be alone without being lonely. I wanted to remind myself that I don’t always need a plan.

It was the middle of the night when I finally reached my hostel, overwhelmed and exhausted. As silently as possible, I climbed into the bunk bed that would be my resting spot for the next four nights. Before I knew it I was sound asleep, with no clue that my future husband was dreaming a few mattresses away. 

Sun was shining, and I already had my free continental breakfast downstairs in the attached Dover Castle Pub. I was in front of the mirror dressing up for my ballet class when we first saw each other. Me in spandex leotard and jogging pants, beside my messy bunk bed, catching his look through the mirror. He started talking to me. His smile and calm personality made me feel both comfortable and curious. I thought, everything is right about him. He is creative, he is not shy, and he is gorgeous. 

Hunter (Devin’s brother), Devin and me. London Eye

The more time I spent with him, the more my knees weakened. He kept impressing me by being himself and such a gentleman. On the second day of knowing each other we went to Big Ben, he showed me vegan restaurants, and we stayed up late at the pub. It’s still as clear as if it was two days ago and not two years. The hallway was quiet, except for our whispering voices. Brushing our teeth together in the common bathroom made it feel like if we’d already said “I do.” With our mouths still minty, he kissed me!

His lips on mine felt like a shared secret in the night.

Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered: is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye. 

Rays of sun were starting to find their way through gaps in the curtain. With light feet, I walked down the stairs to the pub. Butterflies made a mess in my belly and I wondered:

is this a start of something? why am I nervous? what should I say to him? The breakfast did not calm the flying creatures in my tummy, but looking into Devin’s eyes that day, feeling our secret, did. My last day in London was spent in his company; we revealed our “secret” to the city. In the few hours before my flight, we acted like a couple–holding hands, waving goodbye. 

On my flight back to Denmark (to my apartment, to my family), I was still buzzing. In less than 4 days, I got to know a person so well, trusting him to the fullest. And all without knowing if I’d ever see him in person again (though of course we exchanged numbers and shared instagram). One thing that still blows my mind today is: what felt in that moment, boarding the bus to the airport, like an ending, was only the start. I had no clue that the boy I was saying goodbye to would be standing on my doorstep in Denmark two weeks later. 

I believe that when Devin booked that spontaneous flight to Denmark, our love story had to continue and I don’t ever want to close the book again.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed our little fairy tale.
Do you wanna know how we handled a long distance relationship?
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Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv


Here’s a few of our 1000 pictures together.
England, Denmark, Canada, The States.

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10 Days of song covers

I made this little challenge for myself to post a cover of a new song for 10 days. The purpose of this was to share something raw and “not filtered” with my Instagram followers . This is a learning process and I would like to take them with me on the ride. Now here’s a little preview of the songs that were posted on my Instagram Story (you can also find them in my highlights on my IG profile).

Day 1
Day 2
Day 5
Day 6
Day 9
Day 10
Day 3
Day 4
Day 7
Day 8

Success isn’t always about greatness. It’s about consistency. Consistent hard work gains success. Greatness will come.

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson

What he said…
In general practising consistency isn’t a bad idea, and definitely something I wanna improve. This is the first but not the last challenge I’ll give myself, so stay tuned.

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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Denmark seen with different eyes

Devin and I visiting my old school Tungelundskolen, May 2019

Have those birds always been chirping like that? It’s December 2019 and I’m walking up the path to Thorsø’s only elementary and middle school: Tungelundskolen. I’ve walked this route blindly as a student approximately 1,000,000,001 times, plus or minus a few trips, and now I’m walking it as a teacher.

In the last few days I’ve scheduled visa meetings, doctors appointments and even booked my flight. It feels like working is just a way to make time go by faster. 


Today, though, everything seems a little different. Today I hear birdsong and notice how the sun is reflecting in the morning’s frosty grass. It’s all so amazingly gorgeous.


Now I feel a little guilty admitting that I’d never looked at Thorsø this way. That December morning was likely the first time in a long time my eyes took in my surroundings. Only then did I realize the tiny village I grew up in is way more than just a boring bunch of houses where everyone knows each others’ grandparents. I mean, it’s that too, for sure, but it now struck me: how charming to have no streetlights, less than 2,000 people, and only one grocery store. 

I’m not saying that the countryside of Denmark is hands down the shit, but I have to admit, I’m starting to fall in love with my hometown on another level. Might be a tad cliche, but it’s best described as “You don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone.” (Don’t worry, it’s very much not gone. The church, built in the 11th century, is probably singing “I’m still standing!”, of course in a churchy way with four-voice choir.) I’m pretty sure that when I visit Thorsø again the only changes will be a renovated bingo venue, the Hansen family will have gotten a new dog, and maybe two new teachers will work at Tungelundskolen.

Even though Danish weather is very grey and unpredictable, and even though diversity is lacking in parts, there’s so much beauty that I now miss about my motherland.

I miss the snow, the clean streets and don’t even get me started on our politics. 

Okay if you beg me, I’ll try to cover that topic briefly right now, for those who still wrongly believe Denmark is a city in the Netherlands…

  • Democracy (like, we really mean all for one and one for all), 
  • High tax to get free education (you actually get paid after you turn 18!) and free healthcare
  • A WOMAN as our prime minister.

If I have to say it myself (and I will, since it’s my blog), I could probably sell a ticket to Copenhagen to any average American. Denmark should hire me as their marketing agent, (which would be great, since I’m still waiting for my American working permit). And that’s what I mean; I’m suddenly so passionate about my home country. 

It did take a lot of work to get to live in California. Filling out forest-threatening amounts of paperwork, getting in shape for dance auditions and kissing friends and family goodbye for the time being.

I had this great picture of me moving to Los Angeles and pursuing all my dreams while being with the love of my life. The picture is still hanging, but take a closer look and you’ll see lines are tilted and shadows are prominent… 

Copenhagen vs. Los Angeles


I still see Los Angeles as a place of opportunities that I wouldn’t have had in Denmark, but I also now realize that I’ve taken a lot of things for granted while living in Europe.
“Grass is always greener,” I guess (another cliché that rings true).

Did I make you look up flights to Denmark for a coming vacation? If that’s the case, remember your rain jacket and a bike helmet, and stop by “my blog post”, where I’ll tell you to grab a drink by the lake “Å’en” in Århus, rent some bikes in Copenhagen and much much more!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv

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How do I survive long distance relationship?

“Wow, I couldn’t do that!” “Isn’t that tough?!”

In the year and two months that Devin and I kept a long distance relationship, I heard these phrases often. And to be honest, before meeting Devin I probably didn’t think I’d be able to do such a thing either. But I’ve discovered it’s not a question about “can I?” but instead “will I?” You will do that if you love a person enough and if you’re willing to do the extra work. 

Second, yes. It’s so freaking tough! And you’ll have to be very open minded and patient. But then imagine seeing each other after 3 months apart… indescribable.


I believe that if you two are really in love, you’ll find a way to be together. Consider the long distance an opportunity to learn about each other, combine two cultures, and grow. And if the relationship doesn’t evolve, at least you’re not wondering “what if?”

Photo by Madison Krump
IG:@madkrumphoto

Here are a few pieces of advice to help you figure out if your long-distance love is worth it and whether you’re ready to say F the distance. 

Trust: First you need to ask yourself, “do I trust this person?” If you do, then great, trust that goddamn person and make sure he/she trusts you in return. You know your loved one better than anyone, so don’t let anyone give you unnecessary doubt.

FaceTime: Can be the best thing in the world! But also really sucky!

What Devin and I did was text basically every day and call maybe three times a week.

Be aware, though, that this at times pulled me into a darker mood. Seeing the face of your love will hurt and you might feel like a FaceTime call isn’t enough, but that’s all you’ve got. Sometimes Dev and I would feel sad after (or in the middle of) a call, and we’d tell each other about it. Accept that you’re missing each other and the feelings that arise.

Send letters and packages: So maybe until now the only postcard you’ve sent was to your grandparents from camp. But don’t worry! It’s really as simple as writing a poem or sending some pictures (I sometimes added pebernødder, which is Devin’s favourite Danish Christmas cookie, flags that we use for birthdays or a USB pen with greetings from my friends and family). Sure it sounds old school and cheesy, but who cares? You know it’s gonna bring a smile to the lips you miss so badly. And (added bonus!) If you’re looking to later apply for a K1-fiancé Visa, letters are great proof to add to your application.

Plan the next visit: I think I’ll rank this as the most important advice of all. Schedule a date for travelling, so you both have something to look forward to. Devin and I tried to see each other every 3-4 months. With the help of a shared Google Doc, we planned what we’d do together and kept a countdown. If you are able to schedule visits more often, great. But remember that you wanna save up money to get the most out of the time spent together. Use those moments to create memories and experiences together while getting to know each other even more.
Dev and I planned a meet up in Montreal, Canada, in September 2019. Before our trip we already knew what days we would be visiting Devin’s Canadian family, which day to spend in the city of Old Montreal, and all the bomb vegan places in the area of our Airbnb.

Selfie at Mount Royal Lookout (Montreal)

In general love (especially love overseas) is a roller coaster. Personally I’m really happy that  I went for the ride, and the best part is to be strapped in next to the person I love.  But that’s not to say there aren’t crazy ups and downs along the way. It’s thrilling, nevertheless.


This might be the best ride of your life, or you’ll look like my mom does when she’s on a slide higher than 10 feet: terrified. But let’s hope for the first one cause that feeling is the best!

Kys og kram,
Victoria Liv