Allow me to introduce myself.

As I begin writing this, it is 02:04 a.m. I am currently sat by the 7/11 in Copenhagen Airport’s Terminal 2 following the purchase of what will be my last Nestea Peach Iced Tea for a few days.

The realisation of this short but undoubtedly challenging separation from my new found addiction is so upsetting that I’ve resorted to eating away my feelings via a generous sharing packet of M&Ms. There are a couple of middle-aged Italian women staring at me in disgust as I pour them into my mouth handfuls at a time. I’m trying to convince myself it’s actually because they’re jealous, and failing. Thus, the shame-eating cycle continues.

Since making the move to Denmark two weeks ago, I have fallen in love with many of its welcoming attributes: The architecture; Hygge; The abundance of free Wi-Fi connections, and of course, Nestea Peach Iced Tea. Iced tea has always has a special place in my heart, with Lipton always holding a firm grasp on it’s title of King of Tepid Tea. I had thought this was a title that could never be rivalled, until a fellow exchange student asked me a few days after arriving if I’d tried “that ice tea with the blue label”. Little did I know when I decided to move to Scandinavia that my life could change so drastically in such a small amount of time. With that first tentative sip, I instantly felt my horizons widen, and realised how small a part of the world my home country of England really is. Everyone had told me before I left that travelling is the way people discover themselves, and the statistical chance of meeting the person you will marry on an Erasmus exchange is 25%. On my first full day in Aarhus, I did not meet the person I will marry. But I most certainly did find the new love of my life.

Nestea: I love you.

Having now been awake for 13 hours (of which the majority were spent walking around and exploring the sights of Copenhagen), I fear my articulation through the written word may be a tad compromised. Nevertheless, I feel I must push though the droopy eyelids and lack of concentration to complete this post. When I first found out I’d been accepted onto my university’s study abroad scheme in April 2015, I instantly decided that I needed to document my experience. Here we are eight months later, and still a single post has yet to be published to Had I the foresight to realise how busy I would be in the first few weeks of a new semester abroad, perhaps I would have written this post in advance. But, alas, as is the mantra of the English student: All things good are written after 2 a.m.* So here it is: The mandatory ‘Welcome to my Blog!’ I’m sure you’ve all been waiting on the edge of your seat for. Sit back, relax, and enjoy:

My name is April Waterston. I am nineteen years old, a second year university student, and currently I am on a semester abroad in Denmark studying International Communications. I don’t really like the cold, I miss the sun, and I haven’t had a decent cup of tea since my arrival, but despite this I have fallen completely and irrevocably in love with my new home of Aarhus.

Aarhus is Denmark’s second biggest city (with the first of course being the capital, Copenhagen). With a population of just over 300 000, it doesn’t feel so much like a big city as it does a thriving town. However, the inclusion of 50 000 students in this population means that the nightlife and general feel of the city rivals that of all university towns I’ve visited at home in England. It’s full of museums, restaurants, bars and cafés, all of which immerse the traveller in Danish culture. To sum it up, all Aarhus needs a Wagamama, and then I could see myself happily living here for longer than 6 months…Anyway! Enough about Aarhus, let’s get back to the blog:

This blog is where I’m going to document my journey. In my first two weeks, I have already had to deal with the not-so-ideal weather, the language barrier, and have found an unexpected difficulty in crossing the road (a trial on which an entire post will be devoted to explaining). I’m confident that over the course of the next few months, I’ll accumulate a lot of stories to tell and I feel this will be the best place to tell them.

Of course, if I were to tell you that this is my first blog post ever, I’d be lying. I think over the past few years i’ve started about four different blogs. One of them I kept anonymous and posted deep, creative writing on (what can I say – year eleven was a tough’n). One I posted twice on, and then forgot about its existence. And the others…well, they’re probably still lurking on the internet somewhere. I’d advise you don’t waste time trying to find them – you’ll inevitably be disappointed. This is, however, my first blog post on, and I am keen to break my current personal best of two posts in a row (wish me luck with that one).

Right. The time is now 03:57 a.m., and I have to wait around three hours for my flight. 165g of M&Ms will work their way through my digestive system whilst I continue my battle against falling sleep, and due to how tired I am I think it’s probably for the best that I end this post here.

Maybe I’ll purchase a final iced tea to keep my spirits up.


*Admittedly, the majority of my essays written last minute during my time at university have been so much waffle they may as well have been handed in with a bottle of maple syrup, but let’s ignore this for now.


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