Reaching destinations is not always as easy as it often looks. Every time I have embarked on a journey to America, it sure has felt ‚destined‘, but it has taken a lot of legwork too – was never just handed over. People often wonder how I get to spend several months away on tourist visas with no income. I see how that may be puzzling, as I am no rich kid.
There is no secret to it – only priorities. Unlike 94% of my friends:
· I do not care for a career – thus no steady income, only freelance writing/pr/assisting jobs.
· I do not have an apartment – all of my treasures are now on third year kept in a storage facility.
· I do not have a boyfriend/husband
· I do not have children/pets
· I do not have a car/nice bike
· I do not have any insurance
At my age that might sound sad to some, but everything comes at a price and what I do have is:
strong health, a good imagination, invaluable friends, wanderlust, and a hell of a lot of f r e e d o m
– and boy do I know how to make the most of that!
The only way I can afford extended stays in the States is by endlessly grateful, move in with my wonderful friends, and in return offer to cook, clean and declutter their homes (or whatever they may need a helping hand with). It has become a lifestyle that I am increasingly addicted to. Probably because it is the most difficult, as I am only allowed to stay 3 months on a tourist visa, not allowed to earn any money, do not drive, have to live on other peoples terms and never know where to stay once I return to Cph. In between, Berlin acts as second home, but since I have never managed to overcome the simple task of learning German, I always end up leaving Berlin too. In other words a lot of moving around and not a lot of predictability.
Sometimes I wonder if there are a few or many like me out there, that do not feel destined to follow only one path in search of a prestiges position? Being well educated it makes me feel guilty not to contribute more and also unambitous – the latter at least in the eyes of other people. But in fact I know what I want and I go straight for it. I want to be in America, because I find that it is one of the few places where fiction dissolves reality and vice versa. And to me there is nothing more interesting than that fine line. Things here are all too real, but more often just surreal. I feel like Alice every time I enter this vast Wonderland. I am so fortunate to find extraordinary people, living unordinary lives and get to observe them first hand. Being the late bloomer I am, some day I’ll write y’all a big book about it!
Here is part 1 of my Texas travel photo-essay.
High above the Canadian winter wilderness
Chicago from above
Layover and delayed.
My dear friend Jordan and her entangled kitties Lenny and Nico
Still cannot believe that I get to stay here. Glorious!
Room with a view like no other. Feel blessed every morning I wake up and look out.
If ever in Austin, visit this rad shop: Uncommon Objects. Your wallet is bound to hurt.
Treasure hunting (thrift shopping) in Savers or Goodwill is one of my top 5 favourite things to do
– and low lit bars…
This beauty my friend Jordan rescued from certain death New Years eve. Now I bob arond with her.
Lenny snoozing in my armpit
Where did the river go..? #globalwarming
Really into psychedelic rock – always have been.
Meeting the warm hearted locals at Lone Star Bar
One of the great things about local bars around the US is their no-bullshit Jukeboxes.
More soon to come on our roadtrip to Marfa!