And as the snow falls I'm about to leave Copenhagen and my motherland, in which I no longer feel at home. I hope I will feel more at home at my destination but I feel uncertain as I sit here.

I have lost my home, or maybe rather, I have failed to create a new one and along this path I don't know where I belong anymore. But hands are being reached out and I see signs of possible direction.

One shines brighter that all the rest but the road makes bigger demands of me every day. I am stretched beyond my strength and wonder if I will overcome the challenge. But on the other hand I find it impossible to stop now. I feel it would be self-betrayal of the worst kind.

I deny betraying myself well knowing that one day I might see this as just that. Until that day I will continue, for now is all there is and to not live life fully would be shameful and regrettable.

Wish me luck, I'll need it ...