A Saturday in Stockholm

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The advent of spring aligned nicely with the arrival of my friend and roommate, Elizabeth, who visited last week from her study abroad program in southern Spain. I was a little concerned that she would be scared away by sub-optimal temperatures and the looming threat of snow, but there was, thankfully, no need to be concerned.

Dreaming of the Damallsvenskan

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After my roommate and I took our seats on the bus, we were met with a sea of green and white. Swedes of all ages donned scarves, shirts, and hats with the classic colors of Hammarby, a major football club founded in Södermalm. Along with our fellow green-clad bus riders, we made our way to the semifinals of the Svenska Cupen Damer, a preseason tournament. The Hammarby women were set to play BK Häcken, a strong team based in Gothenburg, and I was beyond excited to attend my first Damallsvenskan match after years of following the league.

New age, new country…same me

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I have been coming to terms with an important realization: despite the novelty surrounding me, I'm still the same person I was before I arrived in Stockholm, and that's okay. I think the notion of studying abroad in college, especially as an American in Europe, is so intensely glorified that we expect a transformational experience within weeks of being here, but that's often far from reality. It's okay to feel anxious or depressed, and it's okay to stay in all day or sleep past noon. As one of my friends put it, there's no right way to study abroad.