I arrived at Stockholm Arlanda on August 27, 2009. I got off the plane from Newark, NJ with 3 large suitcases, one carry-on, one computer bag and a very large crate containing our cat, Blackjack. After nearly two years of planning and researching, my Swedish husband, Olle, and I had begun the completion of our move from Las Vegas, NV to Sweden. My husband had arrived two weeks earlier in order to be in Gothenburg when the container arrived carrying all our worldly possessions. Everything we valued were packed in a 2009 Honda CR-V and a 5 ft by 8 ft trailer which were then shipped from the east coast in a 40 ft container.
Hello my name is Monica Hagnevik, I am 45 years old and I am an American who has been married to a Swede for 11 years now. For the past 10 years we have been living in Las Vegas, Nevada. In the summer of 2007, while on a camping trip to San Diego, CA, we were having a discussion about where we would like to live after I received my degree from the College of Southern Nevada. We actually liked the San Diego area because, as a business major, there were many companies in that area that would be better to work for than attempting to find a job in Vegas and the housing prices were still not in the toilet. I made a crass comment that instead of moving I would prefer a summer house in Sweden. So he started looking, just for fun, of course. He was looking at house prices in Sweden one day and said that we could afford a much better house with a real yard (not a postage stamp of “desert landscaping”) and I could finish my education for free.
Another major consideration for our move was the poor health care that was available in Las Vegas. The doctors here have been involved in one medical scandal after another, including one that Olle had been using. They were reusing invasive surgical equipment for colonoscopies without properly cleaning and sterilizing them between patients and some ended up with hepatitis. A bite by a recluse spider really opened our eyes about the quality of medical care. It all ended with a week in the hospital with really no care and no real improvements. He lost a great deal of weight that he could not afford and the doctors just wanted to keep him in the hospital with no real progress being made
My husband will tell you that we moved to Sweden because of the wine.
Olle’s version: “I had built a wine rack in our living room that would hold about 60 bottles of wine and when we would find something we like we would buy a case or two. Well we had bought two cases of this particular wine and had it in the rack for about a year and decided to open a bottle. It was corked, OK that happens sometimes even if you are careful to store them correctly and I could use it for cooking. So we opened another bottle…corked, a third….the same. We opened 6 bottles before we could drink one. It turns out that even if you store the bottle on its side so the cork stays moist, the Vegas heat will still cause the cork to dry and spoil the wine. That was the final straw and I decided that we had to move to Sweden where I could have a proper wine cellar.”
Well what ever the reason we are here now.