I’m Home

One second I was landing in Frankfurt not knowing if I had just made the worst or best decision of my life, and the next second, I’m beginning to partake in the biggest rollercoaster adventure of my life.

In the past 15 months, I’ve danced on bar tables, studied German for hours, prepared lessons for work, traveled throughout Germany, met some incredible people, and developed a vast knowledge of this city that I love – Berlin.


  • Best grocery store – I gotchu
  • Which grocery stores are open on Sunday – I gotchu
  • Closest Sbahn – I gotchu
  • How much BVG tickets cost – I gotchu
  • Directions to a certain district – I gotchu
  • Which train stations exit on the left and which ones exit on the right – I gotchu
  • Which clubs to go to on which days – I gotchu
  • Best gyms – I gotchu
  • When and where to apply for flats – I gotchu
  • Tourist traps to avoid – I gotchu
  • Gluten free and dairy free cafes – I gotchu

I know this city like the back of my hand y’all, but it hasn’t been an easy feat.

I can’t help but get frustrated when people say I’m lucky to be living abroad. Of course, the past 15 months have been an absolutely amazing experience, but that does not stray away from the fact that it has also been the most difficult time of my life. I wouldn’t have made it abroad alone for so long if I didn’t remain resilient throughout the language barrier, loneliness, and cultural differences.

Hard work, perseverance, and dedication is what set me apart from others and solidified my success abroad.

Last week I was talking about Berlin to a couple friends at a bar, then it hit me – this is my new home. I know so much about this city, I’ve developed the types of relationships that are essential to me, and I’m still head over heels in love with Berlin.

I love the fact that I’m living the best of both worlds. (If you didn’t catch that Miley Cyrus reference, we can’t be friends.) Hehe

There’s a part of me and my life in Germany that my American friends and family will never understand or be able to relate to. There’s also a huge part of my American identity that my German friends, family, colleagues, etc won’t ever understand – and I love that.

I’m a multicultural, international, expat out here living my best life.



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