Trips are supposed to be temporary, but sure, that can always change.
One year abroad was supposed to last a year. However, that only caused a second one somewhere else. After the third one, home stopped being what it used to be and the idea of living abroad turned into officially adopting a new home. And four years into this international adventure is what brings us to the number five.
It’s been five months since something was written here. A big obstacle, a bold decision, a change of perspective, a contract into freedom, and a new start later:
I’m back in routine sitting on the same spot at my living room, viewing German houses through my balcony door, and writing on my old black Asus on a Sunday afternoon. It all feels as if nothing has changed, although, the gold ring on my left hand tells a whole different story.
It was mid-July when we finished planning one of the most important and memorable trip of our lives, what turned out be to a one week in Denmark.
It took a six-hour drive from Haltern am See to finally get into the Danish island of Rømø, where we – together with our family and closest friends – rented a couple of vacation houses with the North Sea as their backyard.
It was beginning of September, so the temperatures started to decrease, giving us the perfect chilly weather we Hondurans love. In our backyard, we had no beach but a shore, where we could see the significant rise and fall of the sea level. There was no sound of crashing waves but instead we could hear the calming sound of the breeze through the grass by the shore.
We didn’t do much but relax and enjoy nature. Rømø is an island where you can take nice walks or bike rides along the green lands that abound in Denmark.
We may have had no beach in front of our house but Rømø indeed offered us a beach, a very long, beautiful, and windy one. Perfect for long walks, flying kites, and fun car rides.
The piece of Denmark we saw was incredible, but the people we were surrounded by and the circumstances under which we came here was what made it everything special. It was not only our first time in Danish ground but also my family’s first time in whole Europe. So being able to show them a bit of Germany and discover a Denmark together made everything more fun and meaningful.
Rømø was the host of our stay but it was the small town of Tønder located near the German border that hosted our small civil wedding and, at the same time, opened the doors that needed to be opened. Something that definitely comes for anyone who falls in love, moves into a new country, and plans to stay the rest of their life there.
Marriage is nowadays not only a commitment of love, it can be at the same time a contract that eliminates legal borders between two people from different countries who want to be together. It provides freedom to do whatever one wants in their desired order.
While learning German, I was sure I wanted to go first for a master’s degree, but after a year and a half of language classes and cultural integration, I wanted invest directly in my career by working instead of preparing for it at a university. Something that is not necessarily easy for foreigners. As a person who was adapting their life in a new country, I just wanted to start feeling part of it and thrive my own way.
I needed to take the next step. I was already applying for universities, but then I asked myself: If my options weren’t limited to what my residence permit says, what would I rather do? Marriage did not only mean eliminating the challenges that kept me from staying with the person I love, but also meant chaging this question from a hypothetical one to a real one.
So I chose what made sense: go to Denmark.
And ever since late September I don’t wake up to go to a language school or to prepare for a test, instead I ride my bicycle to a creative agency in Frankfurt’s Bahnhofsviertel and go to work.