Now, funnily enough, I’d never really given this much thought other than us (me and the Mr) agreeing that we’d give Denmark at least 2 years.  But now, I have been thinking about it and asking myself at what point will we give up; when I’ve applied for over 200 jobs and not got anything?, when we’ve been here over 2 years?, when the dark winter weather scares us off completely?  Honestly, I don’t know the answer and I’m not sure anyone can predict the cataliste that makes someone throw the towel in.

Don’t get me wrong, there have been points within the first 6 months, where I was just saying “that’s it, I’ve had enough…no more!”.  There were days when we discussed the practicalities of moving back, but for me it was always the cost of the furniture moving back that stopped me (that and my whopping great pride!), but as Mr said “it’s only money”.  And I guess he’s right, in the scheme of things, you can’t put a price on happiness.  So I guess that’s my answer, if we got to the point where either of us were completely miserable, then we’d make the move back.

In the meantime, I keep learning the dansk, keep applying for jobs and get buoyer’d by the success stores.