🇬🇧 Weeks 🇬🇧

Week 18 was one of those weeks where work tasks, small projects, and a few personal surprises all slid together into a full but enjoyable rhythm. There were emails, edits, a national day, and me going full “grandma mode” with embroidery, which is definitely not what I expected from myself this year. Monday was a fairly calm start to the week. I added some more courses to TimeEdit, had a few extra responsibilities when it came to international emails, and joined a Zoom meeting

Week 17 was one of those weeks that somehow managed to be emotional, full, slightly chaotic, and 100% memorable. There were goodbyes, surprise family visits, work tasks that kept running quietly in the background, and one very unexpected tattoo situation that definitely deserves its own paragraph. Monday, 25th of May. The week started a little slower, which was honestly a relief. I spent the day getting a few things ready for the farewell fika and keeping an eye on the intern

Week 16 was one of those weeks where the days just kept piling up without really giving me time to breathe. The main theme was the music teacher entry exams at KMH, which basically meant I was glued to the info desk from Monday to Thursday, welcoming and directing students while also trying to remember which hallway was which. But honestly? Between all the chaos, there were some really beautiful moments that made the week feel super special. Wake-Up-Drink and morning Fika On

After a few weeks of settling into a steady rhythm, Week 15 brought a nice mix of finishing things, learning new tricks, and suddenly feeling a little more like I knew what I was doing. Mostly. Monday, 11th of May, started with my last Swedish class, which honestly felt a little bittersweet. To make it better, we had a guest speaker talking about music in Sweden, which was such a fitting way to wrap everything up. It felt like a nice final chapter — language learning, music,

This week started with genuinely heartwarming news—and honestly, it kind of set the tone for everything that followed. Monday, May 4th began with the announcement that Ida, one of my colleagues, had her baby! A healthy baby boy—who, from what I heard, was a little too eager to meet his mom. Such a lovely way to start the week. The rest of the day was filled with more routine tasks: keeping an eye on the international email, reminding students to accept or decline their offere

This week had a bit of everything: some productivity, some calm moments, and a small highlight towards the end… but we’ll get to that. Let’s start with Monday, April 27th. A classic “back to business” kind of day. Keeping an eye on the international email (as always) and finally finishing the backlog of blog posts. I’m slowly but surely catching up, which honestly feels like a personal achievement at this point. I also had my Swedish class, where we got the final notes for ou

Some weeks are full of small tasks—this one had a bit of a main event: the Study-Abroad-Fika. And yes… I was part of the program. Let’s start with Monday, April 20th. A classic “keeping an eye on the international email” kind of day—which, at this point, has become my version of a comfort activity. You never really know what’s going to pop up there. The highlight of the day was my meeting with George. We talked about his Erasmus experience and filmed a video for the website,

April 13th-19th Week 11 was one of those weeks where meetings, deadlines, and creative work all seemed to happen at once. I was finishing videos, attending meetings, updating student lists, and also trying to catch up on my blog again after a few months of barely keeping up with it. A lot was happening, but in a good, forward-moving kind of way.

April 6th-12th Week 10 felt like a softer week overall, because Easter break shifted the work rhythm a little and gave the days a more flexible shape. Even so, there was still plenty to do, especially with video editing and keeping track of the international email, so it was not exactly a full holiday week either.

March 30th-April 5th Week 9 was very much a decision-making week. Erasmus applications were moving toward their final outcomes, which meant letters, Excel tables, emails, and a lot of careful checking. It was busy, but also satisfying in that “okay, now things are actually being finished” sort of way.

March 23rd-29th Week 8 was a little more office-focused again, but in a way that felt productive rather than repetitive. There were lots of different smaller tasks, a few bigger project-related jobs, and just enough variety to keep the week moving nicely from one day to the next.

March 16th-22rd This week felt like one of those in-between weeks where the work becomes familiar enough that you stop panicking about every little thing, but busy enough that you still never quite sit still. I was moving between Infodesk-duty, emails, flyers, presentations, and the usual daily office rhythm, which made the week feel full without being completely overwhelming.

March 9th-13th After the rush of Erasmus deadlines, this week finally settled into a more structured rhythm. There was still plenty to do, of course, but this week felt more like learning the ropes in different corners of the office — the kind of week where you slowly start understanding not just what to do, but why everything is happening in the first place.

March 2nd-8th After a week full of routines, repetition, and Fika-fueled focus, March suddenly brought a bit more chaos — in the best possible way. It was one of those weeks where the inbox never really stopped, deadlines kept creeping closer, and somehow every day still found a way to be a little different from the last.

This week was all about one thing: the application deadline for international students applying through Erasmus. The vibe? Emails, Excel, and a lot of copy‑paste magic. Monday, the main task of the week was checking Erasmus applications. Over and over. And over. I spent most of the day going through each application: making sure all information was there while copying names, emails, home universities, coordinators, YouTube links and programmes into my beautiful pastel‑coloure

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

February 2nd-8th 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.

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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