I couldn't have been more wrong. Granted, we are not staying in the Hilton but we do get our towels and linen changed every day and someone comes in to clean our room. All-in-all I can't complain, it is a nice hotel. But after living out of a suitcase for nearly a month now I am craving stability and a place to call my own. Not a place where a stranger opens the door while I'm standing in my underwear.
J and I have been spending a lot of time looking for an apartment we can call home for the next three years. The majority of the places are romantic 'old' Copenhagen, built in/around and sometimes even before 1800. With this romanticism comes odd composition like having to turn a dining room into a bedroom and sometimes rooms that you have to bend over to get into (and I'm like the shortest person in Denmark - these people rival the Dutch for the tallest nation on earth).
After looking at 12 apartments, I think today we found 'the one' - a big relief. We can almost officially say we are residents of Denmark.
Beautiful 'old-style' Copenhagen