I believe that everybody is familiar with this typical situation: You decided to move away from home, your friends, your personal surroundings and your hobbies.
The first three things can be refreshed after a certain amount of time, since there is eventually the moment when you realize that Jönköping became your home, you have made new friends and you actually got used to the new environment. But what about your hobbies? With writing this blog, I will shed a lot of light on the loss of your hobbies due to moving to a different place or even a foreign place. But first some small facts about the person who has faced this issue:
My name is Fabian Hörst, 23 years old (but turning 24 on the 24th of July – What a coeinscidence) and I originally come from a small village, Leidersbach, in the northern part of Bavaria (biggest federal state in Germany) which is located close to Frankfurt am Main. Originally, I am here in Jönköping to become a Master of Disaster, I mean of Science, in the field of Managing in a Global Context. Besides that, I am a very very very passionated football player: We have been dating now since I was four years old. Basically, the love of my life.
So when I firstly decided to become Master Student here in Jönköping I also knew that I wanted to continue to play football here, since I was just not ready to break up with my love. Thus, I told myself that I would do anything to keep the flames burning.
In the beginning, I used to play with my new friends in Råslätt for fun but around twice a week. After a while, I just felt that this was not enough, since I was always used to play for a proper club.
So, my next step was to find an opportunity to play football more seriously. A bit later, I heard of the chance to play for the university’s indoor football team. No sooner said than done! I was in training for two or three weeks when the respective coach asked me to play for the university’s team and to take part in the league practices. We were twelve guys sharing the same passion, the same love, the same hobby and this quite successfully: We became 2nd of the local futsal series for non-professionals, since we lost the finals in penalty shootout and me, the German, was the only one not scoring his penalty (stereotypes are not always correct :D).
Nevertheless, in this team there was Lukas, a German guy living in Sweden since he was 7, so basically a Swede. He had faced the same issue as well: He moved to Jönköping and was looking for a proper club. One day Lukas told me that he had currently been doing a trial at one of the local clubs in Jönköping and if I was interested in going with him once. I had been looking for clubs on the internet before, I never had the guts to go though, because at that time I did not speak any Swedish at all. After Lukas asked me to come with him, I was super excited and of course I said yes. Finally, a club that also meets my personal expectations.
Then, the first training session arrived. I was a bit nervous, since Lukas could not make it this day which is why I went there all by myself with my football shoes from Råslätt to Rosenlund on a cold Wednesay’s evening. By that time, I had recently started to take Swedish lessons which helped me to introduce myself to my possible new teammates. The trial must have gone quite well, because the sports director and the coach asked me if I would like to join my new club, Haga IF. I instantly said yes! Why wouldn’t I? Good team atmosphere, nice people and they gave me the opportunity to see my love four times a week.
I have been playing for Haga IF since then as a right back defender/ right winger in Division 4 Elite. Now, it has been already four months. A lot has changed in a good way since this promise:
I have made tremondous progress in understanding and speaking Swedish. Even though my teammates would talk to me in English, the Coach’s instructions, the commandos on the pitch or the lockers room chat still are in Swedish.
Besides the Swedish, I have also made new friends outside from school and I really got a great new insight into the Swedish culture and society which I had not had before.
When you are playing a sports in a team, you usually get a nickname eventually. This can be seen as a sign that makes you realize: I have arrived here in every of those mentioned categories in the beginning. It took my teammates relatively long (Swedish people tend to be shy when being sober. So it usually takes them longer to open up and to accept someone, just my personal experience) to gave me one. I must say that this one is not very creative but reasonable. From one day to the other they started to call me ‘tysken’(the German in Swedish) more often than by my real name.
These are all positive sides effect that come along with playing a teamsports somewhere else.
Despite every single benefit, the most important benefit of playing football for Haga IF here in Jönköping is that I did not have to give up my beloved hobby and could continue to play football.
Bottom line: Have a bit of faith and eventually all things work out in your best.
We will talk soon again. I promise.
Started from the village now he is here. From Leidesbach in the northern part of Bavaria to Jönköping, Fabian will share his experiences about his daily life as a Master Student of the Managing in a Global Context Programme.
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