Landing
I took a ferry to Stockholm and then a train to Copenhagen. I feel like I'm finally home. Denmark is my fifth country that is becoming my home.
I want to be present every minute and at the same time I want to write more about change in my autoethnography.
The manager who is trying to exercise her power over me is still vengeful. She sent an email in the evening trying to delegate more tasks which means I would have to work overtime, and the university would not pay for it. She resent the same rude email the next day. But being home makes me see things from a different perspective. I wrote to her manager telling him that I will reconsider staying at the current university. I feel free and good. My partner and I were reading the manager's emails together wondering how someone in the field of sustainability can be so violent and abusive. My partner believes that the manager is trying to make me leave the university. While the situation is challenging, we were smiling while discussing this. None of it is important. Stepping into the new chapter of our life is, on the other hand.
We went to a Danish supermarket to get food for dinner. The supermarket was similar enough to the ones in Sweden, but it still takes some time for me to find more sustainable options. My partner comes from Copenhagen, and he also practices minimalism and ecological living. He shares his knowledge about the city with me.