Moving (Hej Då)
We're leaving Sweden.
It's been a couple of months in the pipeline, and we never promised we'd stay, but now it's actually happening.
Over the past few months both Sofia and I have been knocking on doors, trying to find work and to give life in Sweden a go while we prepare for whatever the future might hold.
From the start getting work here was always going to be a challenge since my Swedish isn't at a professional standard, but I contacted all the design agencies I could find, and applied for SFI, "Swedish For Immigrants," in the hope of increasing my knowledge of Sofia's mother tongue. I heard nothing from the agencies (or other random jobs I applied for) and was told that SFI had a 2 month waiting list.
In the meantime, Sofia learned that for every job she applied for in Malmö, there were often 300 other social workers applying. She sent in applications, but heard nothing and ended up working shifts as a carer in various homes for vulnerable people in the city.
So we began to think seriously about giving the UK a go. We did some research and realized that there is a real shortage of Social Workers in Wales, and a greater variety of roles within the field. There are also more opportunities for me there.
After a few weeks of discussing it, thinking and praying, we made a decision.
So on Tuesday we fly.
