Relocation, relocation, relocation

I'm in Helsingør at the moment, enjoying a few days away from work and generally just chilling out. I absolutely love this place. It obviously helps that the weather's so gorgeous at the moment, oh, and the love of my life lives here. My opinion, I remember, was slightly less gushing when the windchill brought it down to -20 here in January/February. That said though, the more time I spend in Denmark the more I think that I could happily live here. There are a couple of minor problems with that idea though.

First, I don't speak Danish. I know that the local authorities here offer free Danish lessons to non-Danish citizens who settle in Denmark, and I know that the vast majority of Danish people speak English well enough to understand me. Neither of those things would help with the short-term necessity of finding a job, though. Who, in Denmark, is going to employ someone whose grasp of the native language involves ordering a beer and saying "thank you"? Kat seems to think there are English and Irish pubs in Copenhagen that almost insist on hiring native Brits & Irish to work there, the better to create a more authentic experience, but I'd still feel very uncomfortable if a local Dane, in their own country, walked into a pub and I had to ask them to order their ale in English. That wouldn't be quite right, I don't think.

Second, the assorted credit agreements that I am paying for monthly at home. I'm not sure (say) my car finance company would take too kindly to me closing my bank accounts and leaving the country. So that's at least another 18 months of paying those off, unless of course I win the lottery. I don't play the lottery, so I would file that under "unlikely".

Finally, would I really want to abandon a fairly solid career to start working in bars or coffee shops? Like any job I suppose, there are days where it's just a total pain in the backside but generally I do enjoy what I do. My parents' relief when I got this job and embarked on a Civil Service "career" was marked and if I said to them "yeah, I'm resigning from that and going to pull pints in Denmark", I suspect their reaction would not be one of enthusiasm. Yes, it's my life, but I've put my poor parents through a lot and I am not simply going to ignore their feelings and opinions. When you're sixteen you don't appreciate it, but on the whole parents do know best.

So there you have it. Three fairly hefty obstacles between me and a new life in this wonderful country and I know that for the forseeable future I am rooted to the north of England. However, I feel that the more time I spend here, the more the urge to relocate is going to grow.