When I left London for Edinburgh a few years prior, everyone kept saying: “Look, you’re moving somewhere affordable, a place with charm, character and soul.” Of course, then I did not believe I was in for such a wonderful treat. In the last couple of months the reaction has been quite a similar one. An “Oh Berlin. I envy you” here, an “Berlin? Now, I’m jealous” there.
Today, sitting in my new, rather empty apartment, between boxes piling up to the heavens, patiently waiting to be unpacked, it all feels a little strange to be here. A good kind of strange, I have to say.
Pretty much six years ago to this day, I first set foot on an island that was foreign, yet took me in with open arms. A place brimming with life, a place I gladly called home shortly after, made the best friends, built relationships and with every passing day I wasn’t sure what to think about going back to the familiar home shores.
Now after a heartfelt jump into the deep end, reunited with my favourite human being, I am starting with a clean slate – sort of. Berlin’s a place that feels like meeting an old friend, who’s reluctant to let you in on all the things at once you’ve missed, but also pleasantly riddled with characteristics of the places left behind. So here’s to catching up and discovering.