Meet me at the intersections of disability, migration and culture.
The year that never ends has almost ended. Here are some reflections.
April 2020 was a strange moment to move north of the Arctic circle. Almost all of my international friends who could were finding their way home, wherever that meant for them. I was no exception—at least if I classify a home location as “wherever my parents are”, which I am privileged to be able to… Continue reading Scandinavian Shift
When does one feel at home living somewhere new? The question surely yields as many answers as there are people who’ve ever found themselves trying to capture the essence of home, once it outgrows the notion of being tied to a single house. I’ll explore some of the ways I’ve started to find a home… Continue reading Home again?
A few days before class on my way home, I step off the train to discover a deluge. I have over a kilometre to walk, I’m wearing shorts and a light windbreakder, and the water gods are having a ball. The cold, unrelenting pelts are all I can hear and feel and I try not… Continue reading After the rain – my first month in Sweden
As a familiar Irish lilt comes to life in a pub in Sweden I have never visited, I want to cry. Instead I pick up my flute to join in. This is the Irish trad (or traditional) session culture – all you need is a space (preferably a pub to quench the thirst), a… Continue reading My Faithful Travel Companion
It’s a balmy day by Gothenburg summer standards, 20°C and not too windy. Four of us, two Kiwis and two Finns, pause outside a café on a bustling Gothenburg street, long enough for me to register it’s the first café I’ve been to in Sweden. “I wonder if they have kanelbular here. The cinnamon buns?’’… Continue reading Leaving a trace through Gothenburg
Nothing says välkommen quite like housemates who haven’t met you yet but all come out to pick you up at the airport anyway. You get back at 9pm, They show you around your room and the next day make you Swedish pancakes and smoothy for brunch. I’ll spare you the accommodation search saga for now… Continue reading Välkommen!
“You should study abroad,” they said. “It’ll be good for you. My parents met when both were overseas, and I’ve been reminded more than once that without that prerequisite, neither I nor my brother would exist. I’m not a chick reticent about fleeing the nest, but figuring out what I wanted to pursue… Continue reading When in doubt, investigate