READING "The History of Love" by Nicole Krauss. I just finished her book "Man Walks Into a Room" and really enjoyed it. This book is just as good, if not better so far.
WATCHING the Danish TV series Borgen (translated "the castle", which is the nickname for the building -- an old castle -- that holds Danish government today). It's a political drama. We finished both seasons of Forbrydelsen (translated "the killing") and just started this new one last night. It was fun to recognize some of the same Danish actors. We couldn't place one in particular, so we looked him up... he was one of the hosts of the Eurovision Song Contest. I suddenly felt very European.
ANTICIPATING a trip to Helsinki later this month. I'm going for work and Scott and Calvin are meeting me there for the weekend. I went to Helsinki with the MBA program back in 2012 and loved it. It's Scandinavia's rebellious older sister. For this trip I'm speaking at the same university who hosted our MBA group on the trip (Aalto). Small world. I'm hoping to show my men Soumenlinna and the city. Not much planned except to walk around and get a feel for the place. I'm stoked to be finally taking advantage of living so close to so many different cultures.
LISTENING to Ian McFeron. I asked Siri to play me some blues and that's what I got.
EATING pizza de amor. Pre-made pizza dough seems to be pretty popular here. Or maybe it was never something I sought out in the States. Last night we made individual pizzas... Mushroom, green pepper, Scott's special sauce (jarred pizza sauce, pesto and extra garlic mixed together), lots of mozzarella. Yum.
WORKING ON my layouts and posts for Scrapping Two by Two.
LEARNING acceptance. My trip to Seattle was really nice. Rather than kick off a load of homesickness, it made me come to some acceptance about my life here in Copenhagen. We chose to be here, and while I miss my people a lot, I need to double down on my new life. Which means accepting work, the cadence of taking Cal to the vuggestue, feeling temporary in a rental, feeling illiterate every time I look at a newspaper or food label, and overall being displaced and uncomfortable. I don't think it's going to be better any time soon without some acceptance that it's happening, that it's hard and that I have to work to get myself past it.