So much has been happening the last couple of days that I barely know where to start to even begin explaining what it's like moving to another country, another continent even.
There are just so many ~feels~. I think that the first month of moving into another country is a struggle. You have all the paperwork that needs to be done (bureaucracy really isn't my game), you barely know anyone, everybody speaks a language that you can understand just barely... So this will take some time for me to get used to. But I see it as a challenge to get through these rough times and come out the other end as a braver and stronger person. This is a huge chance to learn more about the world and myself and I'm really looking forward to start a new life here!
Speaking about starting a new life by the way... We had to get ourselves some housewares, so guess where we went? IKEA! A small piece of Sweden in the far east. Even though none of us are huge IKEA fans, we had a lot of fun there anyway.
As for example, we found a shelf named after the municipality where our hometown is!
...All though I think only people from the Stockholm area will understand the joke..
|Botkyrka represen´n, yo.|
|Of course we had to go eat lunch! KÖTTBULLAR. NOM. And a little Swedish flag.|
|What I had. A kanelbulle and a Belgian waffle. Living the healthy life. And IKEA actually happened to have decent coffee.|
|Here's our receipt. I've NEVER seen one this long. Didn't even think we bought that much! Picture taken in our hallway.|