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American Writer in Germany: 8 Months

Everyone wish Hamburg and me a happy anniversary! It’s just a couple days shy of 8 months and I STILL don’t hate it. I’m not sure if this city really is that great, or if I’m just getting older, or if maybe there’s something in the water here, but whatever it is, I’m still pretty content. And if you know me, you know I usually hit my Over It stage by month six, so this is kind of a big deal.

Despite having been here a while, there’s still a ton of new things I’m learning and discovering, so here you go: an 8-month-mark list of my thoughts, feelings, and observations about Hamburg.

The Love of My Life Is Hiding In: Hamburg

I’m living in Hamburg and the love of my life might be, too.

He’s tall and bearded and named something very German like Moritz or Nils or Jan. Much like my French soulmate, he’s a man of the arts. He loves poetry and painting and even dabbles in pottery. We go to an arts and crafts store on our first date and I know right then that it’s true love.

American Writer in Germany: 3 Months

29071159130_395ca997fe_zNovember 1st marked mine and Hamburg’s 3-month anniversary, and like most relationships still in the honeymoon phase, it woos me more every day. Summer wasted NO time getting lost, but I have a renewed appreciation for fall. Living in New York City for so long, I think I forgot how beautiful trees are in abundance, especially when the leaves are all orange-y and yellow-y and falling all over the place. It’s cold now, and gloomy, most days, but very atmospheric so that definitely makes up for it. I’ll tell you if I’m still feeling this dreamy when winter officially settles in.

Anyway, here are my thoughts, impressions, and revelations on Hamburg after 3 months.

That time I used Tinder to make friends. Part 3

We’ll call the guy Ace and the girl Olivia. I messaged them both, starting with Olivia. Just a friendly, “Hey, Olivia!” She got back to me right away, welcoming me to Hamburg, asking how long I’ve been here and what brings me. Then, after a short conversation, she went quiet.

It was all good, though, because I still had Ace to chat with. He mentioned attending university in the States in his profile, my perfect in. I said hello and we chatted a bit about his time abroad and other places he’d visited. Of course, the conversation shifted to my move to Hamburg, how I like it here, and me getting a good grasp on the language. Ace suggested I help him with his English and he can help me with my German (good one, Ace).

That time I used Tinder to make friends. Part 2

I’ve been treading the Tinder waters for a few days now and I’m happy to say that I’m knee-deep in potential Tinder friends! But I won’t say SUCK IT to naysayers just yet. Not until I’ve got one of ’em locked down for good (locked down in my friendship, of course).

Let’s recap.