l'aventure commence

This is my third day in Sweden.
Fredrik is currently at work, and I need to get myself busy. I had a Swedish morning: Swedish breakfast, drove in the snow to take him to work, drove back. Now the Brazilian part of the morning: parked car, left for apartment. I noticed halfway there that I was freezing because I had no gloves on, had to turn back to get them from the car. Left for the apartment again, and noticed I had no scarf on. My goal so far is to make the walk to the apartment without freezing. I smile to myself every time I realize I'm not at all prepared for this, but I still am able to enjoy myself.

Now I have to wait for the Ikea people (so Swedish!) to deliver our new desks. Then we are going to need new closets, new shelves. All new things. I feel horrible for my insignificant monetary contribution the redecorating enterprise, but what is left to me but to be grateful that someone is able and willing to afford the complete redecoration of my new little home? :)

For the first time in a year I feel a little demotivated to work out. Could be because I don't know the gym and it is much smaller than the one I'm used to, or maybe because I get SO LAZY when I think about the language thing. Bad, bad Bianca. I scheduled a session with one of the trainers on Saturday. I might go and run a bit today, if time allows it (ha!). The point is, I have to learn the overall direction of the gym and just force myself to go. Yesterday night, there were several guys working out there, no women. Not sure if that is a bad thing yet.

For those wondering how does it feel to know I'm going to live in this cold weather from now on: weird. Really, really weird. On the way back from dropping Fredrik off at work, it was starting to get lighter outside (about 8am) I actually witnessed for the first time in my life the moment when street lights get turned off. In Brazil the days are so regular that you have to really be willing to party to get to see it, around 5 maybe? 6 in the darkest day of winter.

I have a few small goals to root for in the mean time: get pole dancing classes going, work out better, get a Swedish ID and, with that, start Swedish lessons. That makes me feel lazy haha. But I'm curious to learn it and also very sure my poor brain will start craving stimulation pretty soon.

But for now, I wait for my desk :)