As I rushed myself into the decision to leave Denmark before the borders closed, I spent most of the tighter lockdown weeks in Amsterdam with my partner.
I therefore felt like the coronavirus situation had changed my decision making a lot – 'now or never' yelled my backpack from the cheap seat. Slowly I came to realize that it was not social distancing that was required, but physical arm lengths instead. I marvelled at the negative wording by officials and the media, while I visited exhibitions, theatre plays and parties online and saw my friends' faces light up through a screen with changing 'aloha' backgrounds.
My face got populated with freckles much earlier in the year than ever, as I spent lots of time outside, growing closer to details, I had never noticed before. I used to run and cycle to get to places. I'm walking now. I was always sure that one never gets the full picture, but I wrote it off as impossible anyways. I'm sure now we glorify surviving but not the processes of it. I feel safe, even during these times, because I get to tell people about my day.