Hej there! This week marks the beginning of my third week studying at Södertörns Högskola (Södertörn University) and is the first moment I’ve had to sit down and contemplate the experience. The last two weeks have passed by in a whirlwind of new experiences, people, highs and lows. The speed at which time is moving is scaring me and I’m worried I won’t be able to complete everything I want to before I have to return home.
Stepping off the plane in Arlanda airport, the cold hit me hit me like a knife, and I hurried into the airport to collect my overweight bag which had, at some stage, been covered in ‘heavy’ stickers. I got the Arlanda express train into Stockholm central station and it was here that I had my first moment of fear. I had no idea where to go in this maze of train platforms, all information on destinations was in Swedish and I was lugging 40kg of my belongings behind me while trying to keep hold of my passport and money. After screaming internally for two or three minutes, I rationalised the situation and approached a woman working in the station to ask for help. It was then I noted the Swedish stereotype to be untrue. The Swedes, while not appearing to be outgoing, all went out of their way to help me once I asked. After the woman in the station directed me to my train, a man behind me offered to carry my suitcase up a flight of stairs which was no mean feat. After getting off in Flemingsberg Station, I found Södertorns Högskola located at the top of some very tall escalators and from there ESN were on hand […]