The enigma of human psychology continuously amuses me. How is it possible that sometimes, we feel a storm of sensations, yet at other times, we feel nothing at all? How can it be that sometimes we are drowned by emotions, yet other times we seem completely empty? Is that a question that is analogous to "why is there day and night?" Or is it closer to "why does the wind whisper or rage?"

As I sit here looking through my window in a cold summer night, I can't help but wonder, does mother nature also feel the same? And if she does, does she communicate it to us by bringing us coldness during summer and warmth during winter? Do we embrace it as a standard of normalcy? Do we detest it as if there's something we can do? And just like our emotions, do we calm it down? Do we make peace with it? Or do we throw it in the back burner hoping that by the time we get back to it, it has gone on it's own?

As humans, who rejoice rainbows and butterflies, do we also radiate our bliss back to earth, hoping that someday somehow, it would pay it forward? And by the time that we're given a cold summer, do we consider it a blessing or a curse?

I've come across an article that says when you move to another country and try to build a life there, it feels like living in between. You're not a tourist, but you're not a native either. You'd feel homesick, all the while you're home.

Major life update: I've moved to Denmark.

• Bureaucratic procedures were all in place — registered as a tax resident, opened a Danish bank account, obtained a Danish mobile number, and so forth.
• I found a permanent place only after staying here for three weeks. Before I came here, I had read that the country's (especially that of Copenhagen's) housing situation is very competitive — high demand and less supply. So, one of the first things I did when I arrived was to look for a permanent place. I went to a couple of open houses but failed to get the apartments. Luckily, I found a listing on Airbnb and asked the host if she was interested in a long-term rental. She agreed to see me, and shortly after, we agreed on the terms. She and her husband are the kindest people I have ever known. They anticipated my needs and offered their helping hands even when they didn't have to. Moving to their place also put me in a better economical situation as they did not ask for much. Looking back on it, I feel like my first months here have been nothing but lucky.
• Taking Danish language classes! Who would've thought that at this stage in my life, I'd be attempting to learn a new language? It's not a work requirement or a societal necessity since practically every Dane, even the young ones, speaks English fluently. However, for me, learning the language means fully embracing the country I've moved to. It's quite challenging, with numerous rules and complexities, but I'm making progress. Surprisingly, it's also been a fun experience. As an added bonus, I've had the opportunity to meet people from all over the world and made connections.
• Speaking of connections... one of the things I'm truly grateful for is having colleagues with whom I can connect both professionally and personally. Before arriving here, my research indicated that integrating with Danes might not be easy due to their tight-knit circles, with socializing outside of work being rare. I had mentally prepared for this, so my expectations were quite low. I'm pleasantly surprised (and incredibly grateful) that my experience has been completely opposite. On my first weekend here, I was shown around the city. They helped me understanding my rental contract, insurances, and such. They go the extra mile to check what else they can do to make life more convenient for me. I was invited to a saunagus!!! I was invited to a pre-party of selected people!!! One of them even made me a list of things I can do in Copenhagen categorized in weather conditions!!! Links where to buy good deals for clothes, food, etc, are sent my way!!! They've taught me life hacks. Heck, I even have an "how-to-apply-an-eyeliner" tutorial. These are among many other things I've lost count of. This fills my heart with warmth on so many levels.
• I've even familiarized myself with the shopping spots and online stores now. Funny enough, I recall a conversation with a friend back in the Philippines where I mentioned spending too much money just by staying at home and indulging in online shopping. He jokingly pointed out that I had the same habit back in the Philippines; only the currency has changed. Lol
• I've also met fellow Filipinos here who have assisted me in navigating Denmark.
• I celebrated my birthday here for the first time. It's truly incredible how someone can go the extra mile to make you feel special.

• Danes are huggers. In my (almost) three months here, I've probably hugged more people than in my 28 years in the Philippines. Lol. They smell good, so no complaints there!
• Danes seem to have an excessive love for cake (and beer, but not necessarily together).
• Dane men often go by Peter, Lars, or Anders, while Dane women are commonly named Pernille, Hanne, or Anna. So if you forget their names, chances are you're spot on by calling them those.
• Danes have a great sense of fashion, even among the older generation.

Two important milestones since I last wrote: (1) I processed a black and white film roll and I am beyond in love of how it turned out, (2) I usually find myself daydreaming and very much looking forward to a possibility of a lovely, bright, and colorful future — and how I'm in love with it even before it comes. I know. Two different things on opposite sides of the spectrum — one, which may lack in color but still brings me too much joy; the other, which is so lively and bright. The irony that I didn't know I needed at this point in my life.