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It is almost impossible not to think of our own professional life and path in terms of exceptionalism and uniqueness. But, in fact, our professional story and path are tales of normality and generality. I became an urban professional from a rural start, but I have not seen my own transition story in any rural–urban transition context. I have just lived, worked, and moved. It was just me, looking for opportunities, moving around. I never felt poor; I did not move from a rural to an urban arrival city; I was not part of the urbanization trend or any global transition or stream in fact. But I was. Even when I read Arrival City by Dough Saunders,1 the coin fell. This was not my story, but theirs. But it was also my story. I was born and lived the first years of my life in Plougstrup, the city of plows, in the sandy parts of western Jutland in Denmark. Plougstrup consisted of three farmhouses, two on one side of the gravel road and one on the other. We stayed at the dense northern side of the city. You would pass the city without knowing you had been there. My parents had one of the small farm holdings, which was a result of the Danish land redistribution where large farms were carved up into smaller farms. The farms were, of course, not sustainable and we were among the many small farmers leaving for the city. The school in Plougstrup consisted of one classroom containing all grade 1 to 9 students and one teacher. My brother and I shared a 10 m2 room. We did not know or realize that we were poor and that my parents were forced to move from our rural living far away to the city. We moved 50 km north to the suburban arrival city of Bryndum with around 1,000 citizens and real suburban houses. Bryndum was located 20 km outside the real, and for us huge, city of Esbjerg with 40,000 people, which we, as children, however, never saw as it was too far away. My father got a job in the construction industry and my mother cleaned richer people’s houses. My brother and I got a 15 m2 room to share, and I stayed there happily for 12 years during primary and high school. At high school, I was the quiet student, pretty much trying to get along unnoticed. My sociology teacher, however, decided, for reasons unknown to me, to give me good written and oral grades whether I uttered a word or not. I, and most others, at the time did, of course, never speak to him or other teachers. This unexpected expression of confidence in my abilities did have an impact that I became rather good in his subject. He probably would have no recollection of this, but it did, I think, have an impact on my professional route, and I chose to go further north, to the city of Aalborg of 75,000 citizens, to study at the university, as the first ever in my family on both my father’s and mother’s side. I moved into my 20 m2 student apartment with own kitchen, bathroom, and all. After initial detours into economics and sociology, I set my focus first on public administration and later strategic management. In the last two years of my studies, I further specialized in international aspects of organizations, was outstationed one year to Thailand, and finalized university with a thesis on the political and organizational aspects of Kampuchean refugees in Thailand.