I’ve been trying so, so, so unbelievably hard for the past 1 1/2 years to make things work for me here in Denmark. It’s just not working for me at all. A single interaction today felt emblematic of my experience here: ordering in danish and having the person at the counter respond back to me in English. I don’t have it in me to shrug it off. i just blankly shared back and took my food, I feel exhausted and burnt out to the bone. This is clearly not a country aligned with my values of diversity, inclusion, or meaningful community for people of diverse backgrounds— and I was naive to think that I could have a life in a place that feels like an ethnocentric fortress. Tonight I am going to talk to S about our options moving forward, because I want to move home to new york and have my life there, and I know he doesn’t want to leave Denmark. I can’t be a good partner when i’m feeling so defeated here every day that leaving bed feels like a chore.
