2 Years & 24 Hours

Hey Guys,

Thanks for checking in.

Today and tomorrow are two days I’ll probably remember for the rest of my life.

This time, 2 years ago, I started my 24 hour countdown. 24 hour countdown to what, you might ask. Well, 2 years and 24 hours ago, I was getting on a plane, left Denmark and moved to Ireland.

The Last Night

So, I remember having to say “see ya mates” to all of my friends. I went out for a few drinks with my friends on that day. I’d planned to go to the pub I used to work in and then all the people that wanted to say “see ya”, could come in and join me for a pint or two.

Loads of people actually showed and my former, amazing colleagues made my night with great music and an overall, with a word I’m using now, good craic.


It’s amazing to think how many people you actually know, in your hometown alone. I love to think that people actually care about me – especially the ones that I care about.

I got to have drinks with loads of friends and have a good night out before leaving them all and go on my next great adventure.

The Last Day

The last day is always going to be some sort of emotional. I spent the last day with my closest family. We had dinner and just relaxed together. It was a great day.

Packing the last things before I had to move was so difficult. Especially, because I knew I was going to stay at a hostel for the first few weeks until I would find a place to stay. So I had to pack enough but also not pack everything because there’s nothing worse than staying at a hostel and have to much sh.t to keep track off. I even left my guitar at home.

Any who, it was a great day. A lot different than my last night out but still a great day. We had all the good, Danish food and just enjoyed each others company.


Wrap Up

I’ll start the wrap up with a quote that I actually posted on my social media accounts 2 years ago.

I’d rather look back and say, “I can’t believe I did that!” rather than say, “I wish I did that.”

I try to remind myself of this quote every time I have to make a decision. Especially, a big decision like moving to another country. I talk a lot about doing what makes me happy. Recently, I covered this is another post – I Would Never… – where I talked about doing what makes me happy and realise that you can’t do what you dream of and expect people to like it.

Don’t get me wrong, some people love to see you do what you dream of. But then there are the people who don’t like it – and you know what – the only reason why they don’t like it, is because you’re doing what they don’t dare to do. You’re going to be the “I-Can’t-Believe-I-Did-That”-person while they’re looking at you, thinking “I wish I did that”.

Do what makes you happy.

Take care,


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