While landing in Copenhagen a million questions made themselves present, ignoring the initial rush one gets after leaving their home of 24 years. Am I close enough to this girl to spend every waking hour of the next year with her? It is like a marriage of sorts, the finality of which increasingly obvious as I watch her organize everything we own on her childhood bedroom floor. "Let's separate both piles...We'll put the clothes on top and electronics on the bottom..." I realize I was half zoning out and smile, nodding. She finalizes some changes and sighs. "Done". I stand on her chair and adjust the lighting of the room to make it perfect. *Snap*.