After months of waiting, I was finally called to an interview today in connection with the Swedish For Immigrants course. It went well, mostly, aside from the moments of brain freeze where I promptly forgot pretty much everything that I could write in Swedish.
My concentration is improving after having been on my medication for a little over a month, but I think I could have prepared myself much better had I known the sort of things that were going to be asked of me. I’m a bit of a perfectionist and getting something wrong hurts much more than it should. On a lighter, more exciting note now I just waiting on the call to tell me when I’m able to start the course.
I felt like I needed something a bit sickly sweet when I returned home, so I rummaged around in the candy bag Sebastian brought home the other day and picked out the fudge he bought for me. I paired it up with a new novel that I took out from the library – Goldengrove by Francine Prose, a story about a young girl facing loss after the untimely death of her sister. The novel is set in America, though ideally I would love to be enveloping myself in stories set here in Sweden. But finding them translated into English at the library here in Borås is, sadly, difficult. On the bright side, they have books in English and for that I’m so bloody grateful!