Back to commuter traffic

The clock is on speed, every day is one step closer to January 18th when the course begins.
After a lot of false hope making me disappointed from time to time I usually don't have high hopes before trying something new. Expectations only seem to shatter anyway.
I have tried to gather some information about Stockholm, how the subway is organized and what bus I should take to get home every evening.
My relatives are living far north east of Stockholm City on an island called Resarö just north of Vaxholm.
It should take about 45 minutes by bus but I’m pretty used to be a commuter and 45 minutes tend to fly by with some help from the music in my headphones.
I guess I’ll have to study while waiting and travelling.

Waiting is boring, however, walking is not...

Split thoughts

Going away, leaving everything I built up during these months, having my own flat, two cats, my girlfriend and a job, will be bloody difficult.
Only thinking about it is rather heartbreaking. The safe haven with that cosy atmosphere will be completely changed into stressed city life, studies and performance anxiety.
The last thing mentioned above is something I've always been good handling. And the very big difference this time is that this is something I choose by myself.
The support from back home is not forcing me to do, or become, anything - this is a decision built only on my dream, and my dream alone.

After all, I want to see the story unfold...

Is this the highway?

Everything is going as planned, I got somewhere to stay and now I'm getting excited to start in January.
My current work as a photographer and journalist is getting less and less interesting for every day passing by, I just don't feel the same way about it as I did in the beginning of it. Every other mission just starts to turn out the same way, there's nothing new and exciting about it any more.

I guess I'm just changing priorities...

Grandma got an idea

Astonishingly awesome.
I just spoke with my grandmother about the course and about renting a flat the other day and today she called a distant relative of ours living in Stockholm.
They obviously got a big mansion with a room to spare me.
Who would think that distant relatives would show such hospitality? Now I got somewhere to stay during the semester which is utterly fantastic.

A thousand thanks to my grandmother – now I can begin my planning for sure.

I'm in luck's way...

Finding a flat to rent

Finding somewhere to stay during the sixteen weeks wasn't as hard as I thought.
After some web searching, mainly on blocket.se, I found a lot of options in the outskirts of Stockholm.
After contacting some of the owners it stood pretty clear that some of them was just too expensive, well, at least in proportion to what I already got.
Me and my girlfriends flat is already a cash eater and signing up for another one would probably murder my economic budget.

There's still time to look around and I really don't like to put my signature on something before I thoroughly searched for other options.

"I'll trust in my talent on this one"...

The papers are signed

Registering to the course was really easy.
Even transferring the advance payment was actually pretty easy too, even though the price of knowledge these days are rather expensive.
I'm not going to mince matters that studying medicine is really expensive. The course alone cost about thirty-six grand.

The course is held in the central city of Stockholm, on the other side of our narrow country.
Travelling is no problem at all but I still don't have anywhere to stay during the sixteen weeks of studies so that's my main priority right now.

Where can I put my shoes during the night?...