The jitters, butterflies, moths or knotted stomach; call it what you may, everyone feels the same when it comes to moving to a new unexplored city that you would ending up calling home. I recall my first day in Gothenburg clearly.
It wasn’t all sunshine, rainbows, butterflies and unicorns as I expected it to be; in fact it was raining that particular day. Moving on, I had all my paperwork in order, I knew where my apartment was, I knew where the regional SGS studentbostador office was; I suppose you could say I was very well prepared. But then again nothing prepares you for the real deal.
I arrived to Goteborg through Copenhagen (with my three huge bags); and so, I was greeted at the Central Railway Station by the Swedish coat of arms. The feeling of coming back or rather the previously forgotten pumped in. After roaming around a little, looking for the taxi stand, I finally grabbed a taxi to my SGS regional office at Utlandagatan (The taxi was a sad but necessary mistake).
Arriving at the SGS office, the next step was logical; pick up the keys and unlock my abode. Unfortunately, events did not unfold as smoothly. For starters, I had no clue where my apartment was. On retrospect, I wasn’t very well prepared at all. Luckily, I ran into a few new arrivals at the SGS office and they gladly accepted me into their pride. With a bit help of the lucky rabbits foot in my bag, I marched down to the tram stop with my new found friends. I recall being awed at the ease, with which I was able to integrate into the pride.
The pride escorted to my apartment complex, and I bid them farewell at the foot of my building. For a brief moment I stood at the door marveling while taking deep breaths. For you see, this was where everything came together. This is where I met my six flat mates who grew to be like family. This is where I learned to make a Spanish tortilla. This is where
I went ice skating for the first time, and where I experienced snow fall after a gap 10 years. And this is where I began calling Gothenburg home.
It has been a year since the narrated events unfolded. Since then, I ran into the guys of the pride numerous times over the following months. In fact, a few of them turned out to be my neighbors, and we became good friends. More so, I met numerous other people, who all contributed to my experience in one way or the other. And yes, Gothenburg is still home.