After a long delay at the airport in Stuttgart, fighting the snow and wind and stopped U and S-Bahn, I finally made it to Berlin. Got into town just after 11, and the taxi driver took me on a short detour to the gas station to pick up a bottle of white (after five hours waiting for a flight you'd want a glass too). Unpacked my things, stood on the balcony, looked up at the stars and took a deep breath in, realizing I have been waiting six months to be here - actually more than that when I think about it.
Wearing a smart shirt dress and boots with a glass of french table wine and Billie Holiday on, I can't help but almost cry.
She always seems to be there when something important is going on.
The first time I came to Berlin in 2002 I said to myself, "I want to live here someday." Five years later here I am, officially living and working. I almost feel that after Radolfzell and "student life" in Stuttgart, my dues have been paid and I should be able to gloat a tiny bit...if only for a couple of days.
I'm slowing starting to feel like an adult again, and the past six months have already started to fade into my distant memory...and all it took was two hours in Berlin.
Wearing a smart shirt dress and boots with a glass of french table wine and Billie Holiday on, I can't help but almost cry.
She always seems to be there when something important is going on.
The first time I came to Berlin in 2002 I said to myself, "I want to live here someday." Five years later here I am, officially living and working. I almost feel that after Radolfzell and "student life" in Stuttgart, my dues have been paid and I should be able to gloat a tiny bit...if only for a couple of days.
I'm slowing starting to feel like an adult again, and the past six months have already started to fade into my distant memory...and all it took was two hours in Berlin.
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