Chapter 1: The Journey to Mexico

My Danish husband and I recently took two trips to Mexico: the first for a family gathering and a break following the pandemic (ironically, we all caught Covid during that trip), and the second simply to recharge and conduct some exploration.

The initial trip was a whirlwind of meeting relatives, coordinating complex travel plans, and looking after a sick toddler. It passed so swiftly that we hardly took in our surroundings.

However, the second trip impacted us more deeply. I found myself almost wishing we hadn’t left the U.S. at all.

Exploring the Emotional Toll of Travel

On our return to Mexico, I realized—sometimes, it takes stepping outside your comfort zone to recognize what might be missing in your life.

We genuinely enjoy our life in Santa Monica, CA, and we try to approach its imperfections with a sense of humor. Nevertheless, after returning from Mexico, I found myself longing for the experiences we had there.

What I missed most was the warmth of the locals. Their relaxed demeanor, sincere smiles, casual morning beers, and leisurely late-night dinners all contributed to a sense of peace I had forgotten existed. I had almost forgotten life could be so uncomplicated.

In contrast, during our time in Mexico, I never witnessed any disputes or complaints, whereas in Santa Monica, local tensions seem to be rampant (a quick peek at Nextdoor confirms that).

A few days into our stay, I recognized my reluctance to return home. I wasn’t daydreaming about living in a hotel room, nor was I fantasizing about relocating to Mexico, but my resistance to going back was undeniably real.

Upon returning to reality, it took me a week to come to terms with it and appreciate the blessings in my life.

As our summer trip to Europe approaches (after a three-year hiatus), I find myself dreading the inevitable “Should we move back to Europe?” discussion with my husband. For the moment, I simply want to enjoy where I am, a place where everyone knows my name.

Chapter 2: The Bittersweet Return

The Disappointment of Coming Home

While many of us return from our adventures, not everyone feels elated upon their return.

Throughout my twenties, I hustled in New York City, convinced it was the ultimate destination. After a stint in Los Angeles, I found myself in beautiful London.

However, after two years in England, I returned to New York feeling disillusioned. I still cherished the city, but after experiencing the vibrant yet more livable atmosphere of London, I could no longer overlook the high rents, constant noise, and overall chaos. Eventually, I chose to leave once again.

This time, I settled in Copenhagen, Denmark, often referred to as the (almost) happiest city on Earth. There, I truly grasped the meaning of livability. If there’s a city that feels close to paradise, it’s undoubtedly Copenhagen. Despite the gloomy weather, it remains one of the world’s best-kept secrets.

Living in a place where the government seemed genuinely concerned about the well-being of its citizens was enlightening.

Eventually, I returned to the U.S. once more, yet I was unable to shake off my experiences in Denmark or stop comparing the two lifestyles. Fortunately, my Danish husband shared my sentiments.

The Life-Altering Vacation

When I first journeyed from New York to Copenhagen, it was meant to be a two-week vacation. I had a friend to visit and research to conduct. Little did I know, that trip would transform my life.

Those fourteen days were enough for me to fall in love with a city where life seemed effortlessly enjoyable.

For the first time, I witnessed ordinary individuals thriving without the daily struggle. It felt as though Denmark was designed for its citizens to simply... live. And oh, how they embraced life!

Upon my return to JFK, tears filled my eyes as I saw two taxi drivers shouting at each other outside the chaotic airport. I realized I no longer wanted to be there.

In just a month, I had packed my life into a single suitcase and returned to Denmark, feeling simultaneously terrified and exhilarated.

The Unforeseen Consequences of Staying

When I eventually came back to the U.S., I discovered I was pregnant.

Three months later, the pandemic struck. Now, three years later, I find myself still in the U.S., with step-kids in public schools, a toddler, and a flourishing business.

It turns out that remaining in the country for an extended period yielded its own set of advantages. Finding stability and making the best of my situation can be just as vital as exploring new horizons.

For now, I’m content to embrace home. After all, there truly is no place like it.