Danish is so incredibly difficult. I know that's something of a, "Um, duh?" statement, but it's really true; it's nothing like the French or Spanish I've taken, and while the grammar isn't terribly difficult, the pronunciation is something I've barely been able to wrap my mind around. I don't think it's an ugly language or anything, but there's something so guttural to it that I just can't comprehend.
It's starting to sink in that I'm leaving, and while I'm not having second thoughts, I am starting to feel the nerves, for better or for worse. I'm going to leave behind everything and everyone I've ever known, and I won't be able to come home for the weekend like I would if I was just going to college. I know I won't be alone - I'll have the support of the Rotarians in Denmark, as well as my host family - but I will certainly be without anyone I'm familiar with.
I don't actually know what I'm doing.
I just make it up as I go along.
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