We are pretty much going to have to make an offer on a house this week and we’ve narrowed it down to 4 choices, 3 more serious ones.
Perfect Location House seems pretty good for us on paper, but I’m hesitant that the sellers might have had cold feet because it has come on the market then off for a year, etc. It is also getting at the upper end of what we want to spend.
Low Ceilings House is pretty close to perfect location house, but neighbors are quite as desirable. It is a slightly smaller house and definitely will need a change on the second floor to accommodate grown adults using the house. It is about 50% of the price of Perfect Location House, but we’d need to do some serious construction to fix the issue.
Other Town House is a lot closer to where we will be working and going to school, but the location isn’t what I am really looking for. It is also nearing the top of the budget and maybe a little over with renovations.
Our real estate agent is, you guessed it, Danish (like actually Danish)! I’m a little concerned that she is the dual agent on one of the properties, but I think it will be ok.
is the other foreigners in Denmark.
I often wonder if things would have gone differently for my daughter had she gone to a Danish school (versus the international one) or I had been in Denmark on a spousal visa instead of my EU rights or I had learned more Danish. Finally, being a Norwegian major do I feel I have come unstuck from my Danish plateau.
Frequently on blogs by foreigners in Denmark, the Danes get a bad rap, and yes like any other cultural group they have problems, but without reason and without properly evaluating experiences in the country, people jump to amazingly bad conclusions about Danish people. I am so so sick of it. There is not that much wrong with Denmark, it is a country in which people are respectful of each other, women and men are for all intensive purposes equal, there is little to no crime, and there is a large social safety net. Women feel safe getting drunk in bars or walking down the street late at night and people don’t take on a mortgage level of debt to go to university. How some people can keep coming up with such a large array of terrible things to say about such a place is besides me.
Perhaps people don’t like the treatment of immigrants in Denmark and that is frankly too bad because Denmark is able to continue to provide a nice life for its citizens because it discourages immigration and because people are not that open to it. Any day of any week, I’d rather live in Denmark than most other European countries, especially England, whose wide welcoming of immigrants is putting a massive drain on their socialist system and reducing employment for young people and laborers. How anyone coming from a country such as England can defame Denmark is besides me because in essence Denmark’s model is everything England should be but is frankly too politically correct and scared to be. I can say in confidence, that as a British citizen, I would most assuredly pick any Scandinavian country to live in versus the UK until such time as they decide to become like it.
It seems that soon either in Connecticut or a little further away in Minnesota, we will be started on step-parent adoption. I am really glad that the Dane is so comfortable with it and I do think it is a good idea. He is the only father my daughter has ever known and I don’t want to speak for him, but I think he does consider her to be like his own daughter.
The Connecticut process is not very clearly laid out and I’m not sure we can handle it without a lawyer or in the time we have left here because there appears to be waiting periods and other things involved with the termination of my ex-husband’s parental rights.
It seems like from our research that the Danish government will recognize the foreign adoption under conditions which I believe we will have met. There seems to be some sort of process involving petitioning the justice department and then they will be able to confer citizenship.
There are some reasons why I think it would be useful for my daughter, despite us not currently living there – she is the only family member without an EU passport and I can not currently transfer my British citizenship to her, being able to go on extended family visits without a visa, and the ability to easily go to school should we or her ever want to move back.
As some of my readers know, I live on the shoreline here in Connecticut. I love to walk a long stretch of it any time it gets above freezing. Today’s pictures:
Locally, many houses got hit pretty hard over the course of the last three years and several storms. A few houses were completely lost and many more have been raised. You can see here two houses that have been raised this year on stilts next to the old style of house. They really do dwarf the surrounding houses.
Unrelated news: We are inching closer to moving to Minnesota and buying a house! I’ll miss the ocean, but I am completely ready for us to have our own space again.
You can find the original here at Ikea. The bed is nice and solid, but the “mattress” component was a flimsy piece of cardboard type material that broke pretty quickly.
So, my husband cut a piece of thick plywood with a little hole cut in the edge for easy lifting. Then, I gave it two coats of some fantastic pink Glidden paint (I’m not a Glidden fan but it is just fine for doll beds).
The little one and I will be custom making some sheets and blankets for her dolls shortly as there isn’t much else to do on all of these snow days.
For those of us blog readers out there, I’m sure you’ve ventured across one of those perfect mommy blogs centered around just how perfect their life is – perfect figure, home cooked everything, nice crafts, lovely home, popping out kids like there was some sort of fertility race…. well, that certainly is not me.
It had been dawning on me for a while that people don’t really talk about how hard marriage is or how much work you have to put into it. Sometimes I feel truly blessed that many things are easy with my husband because we have the same values and he is just a good and decent man. However, like most of us real humans out there, I don’t have a perfect marriage and we really do have our difficulties at times. Part of that is an ethnic cultural issue in that I had to get used to the cutting way that he said a lot of things, but as I saw today in the news regarding the giraffe incident at the Copenhagen zoo, I’m not the only one who finds the Danes a bit cold. That is in no way an insult towards Danes, but rather a plain observation that Americans tend to be more emotional or more sensitive at times.
Another part of it is that even if we had been raised in the same country we just have really different views on things. My husband doesn’t really see the value or the point in finishing my degree. I know that it has taken me a long time, but I’ve changed my major many times and had a few rocky years were I completed few to no courses. I am so motivated right now (on track to get a 4.0 this semester unless something horrible happens) and it was my dad’s dying wish that I don’t even see why we are having a conversation about it. It ties into some other issues, but the reality of the matter is that just like my dad said I would be, I am bored. I miss being able to talk to a significant other about Nietzsche or anything not directly relating to our relationship. I miss the challenge of having an equal sparring partner. I just sometimes wish that my husband were as excited about learning new things as I am, but he’s not and that is just who he is.
I don’t want this to be interpreted as some sort of huge complaint or something else because my husband is an amazing husband and father and I couldn’t wish for a better one, but I am so refreshed and love the honesty of some other bloggers and I thought I would share a little bit of the surprises that come when you marry someone after being in a long distance relationship from the start.