I had fully bought into the cuddly Pinterest Scandi dream before going to spend a semester in Sweden.
Myself and a few classmates traveled to Gothenburg for Erasmus in 2015, high on the soundtrack to
Mamma Mia and the promise of cosy nights by the fire with snow falling outside.
The reality was a little different.
Here are a few things I wish I'd known before electing to spend five months there.
It's mad expensive.
Having spent time in New York, London and eh, Dublin, I can safely say the cost of living in Sweden would surprise you.
If you're working there the wages will match it but that doesn't mean anything to visitors who might find their money doesn't go as far as they'd thought.
Everyone speaks English.
You won't learn a lick of Swedish, except
hej (hello) and
tack (thank you).
The winter is as cold as your ex's heart.
Like, freezing. This was to be expected (we did Google beforehand) but nothing will prepare you being caught in a snowstorm while walking home from the pub at 1am.
The climate in general is a big adjustment. Shorter daylight hours and wall-to-wall snow for months on end can begin to wear you down mentally. This also means that the lifestyle is quite indoorsy in the winter.
The countryside is divine.
It's super green and really well kept, so there's a lot of hiking, boating, exploring and picnicking to be done when the weather gets warmer.
The Swedes are a stunning breed of humans.
The stereotypes are true. They are tall, blonde, gorgeous and always stylish.
The coffee culture
Swedes love their coffee and love taking their time to enjoy it. Rather than gulping it down on the way to work they'll stop for
fika, a break for coffee and cake, whenever the mood strikes.
In the same way that you can't make it down the street in Ireland without passing a pub, there are adorable cosy cafés EVERYWHERE.
Afterwork is their version of a sesh.
The Swedes don't go on the lash the way we do. They do 'afterwork', a sort of happy hour after college or work where they enjoy a few drinks, often with dinner or a buffet.
Also unlike us they can moderate their drinking, meaning a few casual beverages doesn't have to escalate.
You can be thrown into a police cell overnight for public drunkenness or annoying the police on a night out.
Their police have a much lower threshold for craic than guards here do.
Don't be surprised to see urinals in the ladies' bathroom.
The country is as progressive as you'd think and this goes as far as unisex toilets in most places - train stations, restaurants, in college.
IKEA is a major source of pride.
They'll talk about it all day long. It's kind of endearing.
Buying drink is a pain.
All the off-licences are state-owned and have very limited hours. You'll need to be extra organised at weekends and on national holidays to ensure you're not caught short.
Queueing. They absolutely love queueing.
Procedure and order are matters of national importance and woe betide anyone who skips a queue, even by accident.
