The summer is running out, and I can’t believe how quickly these six and a half weeks have passed by. I have five days left over here including the day of my departure, and I don’t feel ready to leave at all. There are still things left to do, to visit, to experience.
Two weeks ago we got the message that Andrew and his team have been accepted into an investment-program in North Carolina. Their trip down there bore bruit. Out of 450 participants, they were were chosen as one of five teams that will receive a large investment, mentorship, office space, etc. This changes EVERYTHING. Just a week after I leave, they will be moving down there, where they will be staying for a minimum of six months. If everything goes well, their residence will become permanent. That means that I may very well be a future North Carolinian. How fucking cool is that? What is even more incredible is that this program was their last chance… if this hadn’t worked out, they would have had to go their separate ways and at the very least put this project on the back-burner — maybe drop it entirely. During this last year of working together they have become like brothers. It is a very deep friendship that hopefully can never be torn apart by business or other pettiness. They have too much integrity for that.
So, that’s great news, and Andrew’s mother and I are totally psyched for them.
As for me, I got into the University of Copenhagen. As happy and proud as I am, the jitters are beginning to creep in. I am mostly dreading the first month or so where it will be all about socializing. I have come a long way, but the thought of that still freaks me out. The History department is one of the most populated departments in the university, so there will be hundreds and hundreds and hundreds, and the way you get to know each other in Denmark is to get drunk. In fact, there is a 3-day party trip planned already. It’s just not me at all. I am more about tea and biscuits.
Anyway, I have decided to treat myself to a new backpack. For the past 3 years I have been using my brother’s old one that smells like mackerel, but now I am ready to step into the big league and treat myself to something uni-worthy. My mother-in-law says, “JANSPORT, JANSPORT, JANSPORT!”, so I guess I am going with a Jansport.