Greece is known as a beautiful destination for honeymooners, photographers and old people who’s life goal was to see the Acropolis.
But for immigrants, it’s the fountain of youth for a new beginning. Athens, the capitol city in Greece, is littered with pan-handlers and Africans that somehow got an amazing deal from Prada to sell the designer bags for under $20…or two for $20, depending on your bargaining skills.
Escaping, as I’d like to dramatically call my adventure, to Greece has been a whirlwind of Rainbows and unicorns with some sticks and stones thrown in there…but three and a half years later, I’m thirsty for more.
This recession has made it very difficult on my generation in means of finding work and not worrying about expenses. Old people won’t give it up and retire, and businesses are expecting 3 years experience as a project manager + 4 years experience in sales + 10 years experience in social media marketing (which has not even been AROUND 10 years!). Let’s face it…no one gets a chance like our folks did. So we have to make our own experience.
That’s why I am immigrating to Sweden…and I am damn excited about a new country, a new culture and a new jump start to life. I know it sounds random and even scary, but me acquiring a work visa for Sweden might just be the second best things that’s happened to me.