This post is a part of the writing project called Stories from the West that I started with Christa. We’re both currently living on the west coasts (Christa in the US, me in Sweden), hence the name of the project. We both want to share our experiences living as immigrants, and every month we’ll write a post each with the same topic. The topic for this month is ‘first experience(s)’. Don’t forget to read Christa’s story, Christa’s story, What to Expect In Your First Year Abroad.
I’ve been dreading the Scandinavian winter since the first time I arrived here. As a tropical kid, I’m known for being such a wimp when it comes to low temperature. Sure, I had the taste below zero temperature in my first visit to Gothenburg, and again in the following February. But it was snowing then, and the novelty of experiencing snow beat the inconvenience of living in the cold weather.