So, the entire international relationship thing. I wish there was some kind of guide you could read. It’d be called How to get your partner into Sweden.
Yes, it’d be easier for us to stay in England. I speak the language. I already have a national insurance number. The bureaucracy simply isn’t as much of a nightmare. But it’s not the life I want. There are certain things I expect or look forward to, and they simply won’t happen if we stay here. Dan is with me on that. We’re thinking parental leave and big houses, big gardens. I’m thinking family, summer days at the beach, winter days playing in the snow and pick n mix. It’s my Swedish Dream. I feel like I keep pointing out that I love it here, and I do, but I’m only visiting. It’s not my life, because my life is very much Swedish, and meant to be played out in Sweden.
So we’re in a mess. No citizenship for Dan without a job. No job without the language skill. No Swedish for immigrants without registering at the tax board. No registering at the tax board without at job. On and on, round and round. As my partner has now started his teacher training we also have to consider the conversion courses required to teach in Sweden. For wich you also need the language skill, naturally.
So he has to work hard to learn Swedish. And we can only hope he’ll manage to get a job when we return. Until his Swedish is good enough to take that conversion course. From where we’re standing now it feels like the task is too monumental to even consider. And some days we panic. Like today. What do we do? What are we doing?
So we take every day as it comes. And we hope. Because, dammit, one day I will have my Swedish dream.