I left my job and moved to Europe.
I did it fam. The ultimate leap that everyone dreams of - I moved to Europe! (And in peak season as well...summer!)
Boy, was I feeling the excitement and my Instagram and Pinterest pages would confirm it. I stayed glued to social platforms pinning every "European Summer Outfit Idea" and "Best Cafe's in Stockholm" that I could find. Soothing myself to sleep each night with countless searches of fashion, food, and home decor the Nordics would offer me. It fed my soul and eased any anxieties that would arise about moving. Feeling excited and ready for a "new beginning", I left my job, my apartment, my car, and 80% of my closet and headed for the Nordic region of Europe.
It was Mid-June that I embarked on my journey and I'm happy I didn't have to do it solely alone. Me, my boyfriend and 4 suitcases set off together! Mind you, this was not my first time to Sweden. I have been going in and out of the country for over 6 months whilst my partner and I did long distance, so I knew my way around Arlanda, but I've never traveled with more than 2 suite cases before. It didn't matter though, the bag fee's, the weight, the stress - It all would seem worth it once I was in my modern, Swedish apartment. However, instead of the hot Italian summer air, crisp lights of the Eiffel Tower or the smell of freshly baked baguettes every morning, Aperol Spritz on tap, or the enchanting Spanish music that plays through the darkness that I fantasized about, I was met with 17 degree (C) water, sweaters and food that lacked any sort of spice.
I moved to Sweden.