If my life was a sitcom, moving to Sweden would definitely be a worth to watch season. In November 2024, I swapped Sevilla’s mild winter for Scandinavian days so short you could miss them if you blinked. My partner had started a new job here, so I packed my life into two suitcases and told myself I was ready for the adventure.
I imagined cosy cafés, fika, and finally wearing my bright yellow winter coat. I got all that—plus 3 PM darkness and a new hobby I call “very detailed recycling. ”The first weeks were a mix of wonder, confusion, and figuring out how many layers I needed each day. Then, like a plot twist in a feel-good film, I discovered the International Citizen Hub Lund (۲ӰԺ)—a place where internationals swap stories, share tips, and somehow make networking fun.
I joined as a volunteer and took part in their Kick-Start Program (KSP), which was part training, part career GPS, and part “Don’t worry, you’ve got this, you just need time.” I met people from all over the world, heard inspiring stories, and enjoyed endless fika with my new community.
The turning point came with the SFI course (Swedish for Immigrants). I thought it was just a language course, but it turned out to be a social club with free grammar. Within weeks, I had a big circle of friends. We learned our ä from our å, celebrated our first full Swedish sentences, and swapped home-cooked meals. Swedish united us—especially our shared struggle to pronounce “sjuksköterska” without creating a whole new word.
I didn’t just bring suitcases from Spain—I brought my ¡Olé! spirit. My flamenco and dance background were too much a part of me to leave behind, so I started a Zumba group for newcomers. What began as “maybe I’ll lead a few classes” became a regular mix of salsa, merengue, flamenco, and lots of laughter. Our sessions aren’t just exercise—they’re cultural exchange, fiesta, endorphin boost, and sometimes a reminder that we need to have fun while we are trying to “settle in.”
Just as my Malmö life found its rhythm—a blend of dance beats, fika breaks, and wrestling with Swedish vowels—a new melody joined in. I have just started my position as a Spanish teacher in Lund. So far so great, the students are wonderful and my colleagues are golden, turns out fika and flamenco make a great combo. It feels like an obvious sequel — with fewer plot twists, more cinnamon buns, and still the occasional battle with Swedish vowels. A new role, new connections, and the comforting thought that the story is still unfolding, one conversation, one dance, and maybe one tricky Swedish word at a time.
To all newcomers: We got this! Learn the language, meet people, become part of the KSP program, it might not be a success formula but it is for sure a great way to adapt to your new life in Sweden, and as we like to say during a Zumba class: there are no wrong moves, only unexpected solos.
/Ani
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