My name is Sara. I’m a physiotherapist. I’m Swedish. I love traveling.
I’m not sure when I fell in love with traveling. Growing up it was something unattainable. Something only rich people or characters in books and movies got to do. All I ever knew about traveling was what my parents and grandparents told me. They talked about Italy and Rome and organized trips. I remember wanting to study abroad. Wanting to attend a language course in England, but of course it was never a possibility.
When I started university to become a physiotherapist I sometimes regretted not having done any traveling before taking on the commitment of school. By the age of 19 and moving for uni, I had only visited one country (except from Finland where half my relatives live). When I was 17 I went to Portugal with my kayak team. We were there 10 days. It was a fantastic experience, but it also held the worst day of my life. But we wont go into that now.
During my studied I decided that when I was done, I would do some work and then start traveling. Around me people talked about backpacking trips and suddenly Australia was on top of my list of countries I wanted to visit. That’s not how it worked out though. After uni I got a job back in the city where I grew up. So I moved back to my parents and worked there for the summer. When I was online looking for a new job I came across an ad from an Icelandic hospital. Without thinking too much I translated my cv and sent it in.
In the end of the summer a woman from Akureyri Hospital called. We talked a bit and then she offered me the job. I accepted without a second thought.
I think that was the start of me realizing “normal” life wasn’t for me.
Sure, right now I’m living a very normal life. But I have plans. Big plans. Follow them in this blog.