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I have recently moved my blog to a new domain. I realised I should move it to a proper .page, something not so strange anyway considering I always wanted to create “en.hyggelig.page”, which is roughly translated from Danish as "a pleasant page". 

Hyggelig means a lot more than just pleasant, though. It is expressed to share a feeling of security, comfort, and familiarity.

It is also an expression of appreciation for anything that brings people closer, gathered in a familiar environment, where intimacy is an embraced key value. If you can imagine yourself feeling cosy, alongside familiar people in a comfortable room, then you are close to grasp the concept.

There is also a deep sense, an almost impossible truth to pass unnoticed, a sense of gratitude and grace towards enjoying life's little pleasures, with kindness and simplicity. 

Which brings me back to this small “en hyggelig page”, a place to portray some observations and experiences, a brief echo for my thoughts on what made me wonder more than once about being alive. A rather small blog, mind you, about my own attempts at travelling a hyggelig journey, with all my heart and soul. 


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