From Manhattan to Mielenforst
Expat Living - German Style.
The Scene: Our apartment 4 or so years ago…
“Who in the world is ringing the bell?” I whispered, eyeing the door suspiciously.
“Our guests,” said V.
“Wait…who? Our guests? Are you sure?!”
“Yes I am sure.”
“What in the world are they doing here so early?”
Read MoreAt 87 years young and sharp as a tack, my Mother-in-Law is without question, a force to be reckoned with. Opinions ohne Ende (without an end) and an array of off-color commentary to match, she is (hard stop) one of the most opinionated (albeit at times brutally so) people I know. Ours is solid relationship, one that comes with an understanding and a level of warmth that five years in still leaves me laughing in disbelief one minute and gritting my teeth the next.
Read MoreI remember reading a few years back that one of my favorite NYC after-shopping-drinking hotspots, infamous for being one of an elite few that regularly employed a bathroom attendant, was considering doing away with the job.
Read MoreA couple of weeks of ago I was lamenting to V that I was simply exhausted. No matter the extra hours of sleep I tried to lay claim to, I just couldn’t shake this incessant need of more time in bed. At first I thought I was coming down with something but as I cycled into my third week of feeling the lethargy but nothing else materializing, I thought otherwise. In explaining my symptoms to V, he was quick to diagnose...
Read MoreIf you read my "About Me" section, you will already know that my grasp of the German language continues to allude me. While I am committed to the process, there are days when the idea of actually having to utter one word of German leaves me so crestfallen that I can barely raise my head above the covers.
Read MoreI don’t like the Autobahn. I see it strictly as a means to an end - that of transport to the office or what I ultimately predict, an early grave.
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