Hej,
I moved to Sweden at 16 with no Swedish and no plan. I learned the language, rebuilt my grades, and worked every job that would have me. Cleaning, waiting tables, running a food truck, bartending, sorting packages through the night.
Somewhere between the food truck and the night shifts, I decided I wanted more.
Before Uppsala, there was York, England. I moved there alone, fully by choice, for the first time in my life. Eight months of living completely independently, pushing my English further, figuring out who I was when nobody knew me or had any expectations of me. I had planned to study there. Brexit made it complicated. Uppsala said yes. So I followed.
Uppsala University, one of Scandinavia's oldest. Not where I expected to end up, but I stopped questioning where life was sending me. Three years studying how interactive systems get designed and how projects actually get shipped. The most valuable thing wasn't any specific course. It was wearing the PM hat on real team projects, learning what it actually costs to take something from an idea to a finished thing. Then a Master's in Entrepreneurship, because building was the only thing I ever kept coming back to.
Denmark wasn't the plan. But life pointed there, and I've learned not to argue with that. A new country, again. The same familiar question: what do I make of this? I found Millennial Consulting, joined the operations team, adapted quickly to how things worked, and eventually grew into leading the organization.
I wanted to become a more complete builder, someone who understands technical constraints, not just concepts. So I enrolled in a Higher Vocational Diploma in Frontend Development at Jensen, which led me into an internship at Trailr AI. After graduating, I stayed on part-time as an early team member with equity warrants. I graduated from Jensen in May 2026.
I'm in Copenhagen now. Still building. Still the same person who walked into Sweden without the language, just with a few more tools.
Ice