🇬🇧 Weeks 🇬🇧

After a week full of routines, repetition, and fika-fueled focus, Week 3 brought a bit more variety — new meetings, small adventures, and the satisfying kind of busy that makes the days fly by. Stockholm skyline from the Tunnelbana Week 3 rolled in with a sense of “Okay, I officially work here now.” The routines are falling into place, faces are familiar, and even Excel seems to have accepted me as one of its own (well… most days). Monday started busy — juggling the Internat

After the whirlwind of coffee-fueled chaos, new faces, and tech hiccups in Week 1, things finally slowed down a little. This week felt more like the calm montage part of a movie — the one where you’ve stopped running in circles, started finding your rhythm, and maybe even mastered not getting lost (well… most of the time). Swedish efficiency, as it turns out, applies to everything — even inboxes. My work-space Monday started off with a long to-do list and a cup of very neces

The walkway to the bus station I dont even know where to start. This first week was full of grant impressions, new colleagues and a lot of little and little bigger issues. Let's maybe start with Monday, 2nd of February 2026, around 9:45am - my first day! I left my beautiful little apartment wayyy to early, stressing about public transport, since I was told public transport in Stockholm - similar to Berlin - is in shell shock as soon as there is snow. And as you can see, snow

Mission: Finding a Place in Stockholm (almost) impossible After a long and at times nerve‑wracking apartment hunt in Stockholm – full of rejections, ghosting and slightly sketchy offers – I finally found my place through the platform “Qasa”. The relief was huge when it turned out that I hadn’t just found a room, but a real home away from home for the next few months. ​ My guinea pig household I’ll be living with a mum, her 18‑year‑old son and several guinea pigs – so somewhe

Finding an internship... Landing an internship in Sweden – how hard could it be? I thought. Plot twist: pretty hard. In Sweden, it feels like there are more cinnamon buns than officially advertised internships – especially in public administration. While other countries bombard you with listings, Sweden hits you with empty search results and the existential question: “Do internships here even exist , or are they just a myth locals tell each other over fika?” So I started send