Something Swedish


Lessons Learned

If you’re wondering where I’ve been these last  two months, the answer is: LIVING LIFE! As terrible as I feel about not updating the blog, it feels great to be too busy to post!  When you first move to a new country you have so much free time because you have nothing to do: no job, no social life, no schedule. Now though, especially this past month, life has been filled with studying for tests, working here and there, fikas, writing papers, socializing, and everything in between.

In the spirit of enjoying working and studying a little bit more, I thought I would share some recent learning experiences since I’ve been away.

Lesson #1: “Det finns ingen dåligt väder, bara dåligt kläder.”

One of my part time/substitute jobs is at a daycare/preschool (2-6 year olds) a few times a month.  Working at a “dagis” in Sweden has opened up my eyes to many cultural differences about how we raise our children. A few weeks ago, one of these differences taught me a lesson that I will not soon forget.

Something we do with the kids everyday is go outside for an hour to a nearby clearing in the forest where the kids run around, play, and climb trees. It took me a while to adjust to this, but now it seems natural. What I didn’t think about is that we do this EVERYDAY, no matter the weather. Growing up, if the temperature is too cold or if it rains, or snows, or even looks like it might, we stayed indoors. A few weeks ago on a particularly cold, rainy, and windy winter day I went to work completely unprepared for this difference. While the kids were putting on their rain pants, rain boots, rain jackets, and rain hats, I realized that my jeans, sneakers, hat and jacket aren’t going to cut it here in Sweden.


Another, sunnier, day outside with the kids.

For the next hour, I stood in the freezing rain – soaked – watching the kids splash in puddles and play in the mud and all I could think about was a well known Swedish saying to live by: “There is no bad weather, only bad clothing

Lesson #2: You never know when, where, or how an opportunity can happen.

Moving to a new country often times means starting over. It also means a fresh slate. There are opportunities everywhere that you maybe wouldn’t have ever considered before because they aren’t in your interest or field. Moving can be a chance to expand.

Last month an opportunity was given to me that I never would have thought of pursuing on my own, offered by someone who I wouldn’t have suspected. One day I received an email from a classmate who, at the time, I’ve only spoken to once, who recommended me to a friend who was looking for an American voice for commercials. Sometimes opportunities are just that random and out of thin air.  I’ve recorded twice so far and it has been a lot of fun. It’s uplifting to know that new experiences are out there and that people try to help, even if they barely know you.



Lesson #3: Volunteering is networking

Last week I went to a middle school to give some presentations to students aged 12-16 about my transition to Sweden, the differences between the two countries (size, population, animals, holidays, sports, food) and all about NYC. When my husband saw how many hours and how much work I put into my slideshow and found out that I committed to presenting for 5 hours without getting paid, he seemed concerned. Yes, it was a lot of work and I was exhausted afterwards, but I got to do something I love: teach. Best of all, I got to meet five wonderful classes of interested and curious students that were full of questions. I got to see how it is to teach this grade (I’m try to decide between pursuing middle school or high school) and got more of a feel for the school environment in Sweden. I met a lot of teachers and got a tour of the school. As a result of investing my own time into doing something for “free,” I’m now on the list of substitute teachers for that school. You have to put yourself out there to get something in return. Just the experience was rewarding enough, but you never know.

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Lesson #4: Part time is okay

I can’t wait to get a steady full time job, but until then, I’m happy with what I have. It’s not easy getting started, and beggars can’t be choosers. Even if I only work once a week plus when someone is sick or on vacation, it is still experience and something to do. It’s still a way to stay in the loop and have a foot in the door. Nothing is too part time or too small when you relocate. For eight years I had the same job in NYC and this year alone I have: Tutored teenagers, prepped and served burritos, taught adult education classes, changed diapers, edited English research papers, done voice acting, helped kids with arts and crafts, spelling, puzzles and reading. I edit from home, tutor at the library, ride my bike 6 km/4 miles to get to the daycare/preschool,  walk to the office, and take the train to the next town over to teach – and sometimes a combination of those in one day. Even if it sounds chaotic and hectic – it’s better than last year when I had absolutely nothing to do. Part time jobs are a good start, especially if you are studying.

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Read more about working in Sweden here.

Lesson #5: Don’t underestimate

Just because you have an education that doesn’t mean that starting school over again won’t be difficult. By the time I started my Swedish high school level adult education classes I was over the whole “back to school” thing and wanted no part of it. It felt repetitive, tedious and unnecessary to be back in school when I’ve gone to school my entire life. I just want to learn the language! Why do I have to do research and read books and hold speeches if I already know how to do these things? Because I don’t know how to do them in my new language. Little by little I’m learning to not underestimate how important these exercises are in order to improve my Swedish. Of course, I already understood this, but it’s about having the right attitude. Even if I feel like the assignments themselves are easy and below my level, it’s still good practice. Even if I am tired of studying and just want to start working, being in these classes are my best shot at getting a job. I complained of boredom when I first started my current classes, but in the end I had tons of challenging work to do. The level didn’t change, but I pushed myself harder – to read more difficult books and do deeper research to learn new words. It’s frustrating being back in school, especially high school, but it’s worth it.

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That was a little taste of what has been keeping me away from updating, more details to come!


To Kinda Quote a Famous Puppet: “And… and I’m… I’m real. I’m a real Person!”

That’s right, I’m having a Pinocchio moment. No, I’m not a real “boy”- nor was I ever a puppet…and unfortunately I don’t have a fairy or a cricket for a conscience to guide me.

However, up until now I was not a “real person” in Sweden, and now I AM! Today I received my “Personnummer” from “Skatteverket,” the Tax Agency in Sweden. It’s the equivalent to a social security number in the U.S.. Without having my personnummer I  had permission to live here as a resident, but nothing else. Now I am able to get my Swedish I.D. card, take SFI classes, start working, get healthcare, use the library, and open a bank account.

The personnummer is most similar to a social security number but they are very different.

It is perfectly legal and common to find out someones personnummer from the tax office (in person or over the phone), as it is a freedom of information and having someones personnummer does not hold the same risk of identity theft. To use your membership discounts at stores the cashier will ask you to recite your personnummer (aloud) since everything is linked directly to that instead of the hassle of having a card for every store. This would be a ludicrous request in the U.S.A, where the SSN is sensitive and private and only used for identification.

While both numbers function as a national registry they have different uses. A Social Security number is a 9-digit number that is used for income tax purposes tied to each person/SSN account. It is handled more privately and carefully than the 10-digit Swedish Personnummer:

“The SSN is frequently used by those involved in identity theft, since it is interconnected with so many other forms of identification, and because people asking for it treat it as an authenticator. The SSN is generally required by financial institutions to set up bank accounts, credit cards, and obtain loans, partially because it is assumed that no one except the person to whom it was issued will know it.”

The algorithm for the U.S. Social Security number is not as widely understood and known as the Swedish algorithm for personnummers. The most I knew growing up was that the first three digits had something to do with location. And it does, its a zip code system but it only corresponds to a mailing address and does not show the familiar zip code that people relate with when they send a letter. This is unlike the Swedish Personnummer where the first four digits is perfectly recognizable as date of birth (yyyymmdd-####).

The remaining six digits in the Social Security Number are generally randomized within a random group.  Opposed to the remaining four digits of the personnummer being  clear and public: one of the numbers are an odd or even number determined by the gender of the cardholder, one number is a public algorithm, and the two other numbers are determined by place of birth. The U.S. Social Security number never changes, and never gets reused whereas a Swedish personnummer will be changed if the cardholder decided to have a gender reassignment (Changing the odd or even number that represents male or female to the new proper gender number).

Enough with the facts- what does this mean for  you? I’m glad you asked! I am so so excited to have my personnummer! I have been twiddling my thumbs and now I can finally sign up for Swedish For Immigrants. Not knowing the language has been really daunting and now I can overcome that. I can also start looking for work, even if it is typically difficult to find work without knowing Swedish, it’s worth  the effort and I will feel better knowing I am trying. Also, I can get hurt or sick! Isn’t that GREAT!? No, really. Now that I am “in the system” I can access Swedish healthcare and I don’t have to worry about being in serious trouble if anything happens while I am here, and that is a big sigh of relief.

For now though, we celebrate with great food and sweet dessert! This is called a systerkaka or a Butterkaka (Sister cake/Butter cake) It is essentially cinnamon rolls cooked together to form a cake, with almond paste, egg custard, and icing or sugar.