“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” – Walt Disney.
When I first arrived to my new apartment, the good news was that it was furnished. The bad one was that the whole apartment was furnished, but my room. I mean, my room was literally empty. When I had arrived – after 2-hours train, 30 minutes bus, almost 3 hours flight and another 2 hours train – there was a mattress on the floor and a box full of food and stuff that I had sent from my previous location, London. So, thanks to the Royal Mail (God bless the Queen and the Royal Mail) I had something to survive for the first couple of weeks.
I was already counting how much money I could spend on furbishing my room without finishing my savings in a week and it turned out that it’s difficult, but not impossible. You just need to keep calm.
“I never think of the future – it comes soon enough.” – Albert Einstein
In my opinion, the campus is huge. I mean, my University in Italy (Genoa) was big, but all the buildings were situated in different points of the city and you did not have what you call a ‘Campus’. Here the Campus is hugely built in one sole area (the Faculty of Medicine in the City Hospital is the only exception), with every building that seems to have been built for the students, with bookable rooms for group works or study groups, with dozens of computer rooms with any kind of computers and printers, with dozens of tables, chairs, sofas and armchairs where students can socialised or study, with a working air conditioning unit in the summer and a working heating system in the winter.
When I had been accepted to my programme (around April 2012), the first e-mail that I got from the Uni suggested me to start as soon as possible to look for a place where to stay in Linköping. After a month I had found what I was looking for on the University web-site (! – yeah, students have their own notice board for any need!), a 3-rooms apartment to share with a Swedish student. An empty room in a quarter of the city with an unutterable name (Skäggetorp) was waiting for me.
P.S.: I am not following a real chronological order of my experience, I know, but thinking about what preceded and followed my arrival to Sweden after this ‘long’ time (it has been already 16 months!), the memories fight with each other and pop out with a random order.
P.S. 2: As you may have already noticed, I like quotes.