Headed to Berlin

I finally found a place in Berlin. A student dorm apartment in Charlottenburg, Suarezstraße—bathroom, kitchen, my own space, free wifi. These small things matter more than they should. I’m moving in mid-August. The plan is to spend a few months there and then actually hunt for something permanent in the eastern part of the city, one of those old buildings that’s been properly restored. No more crashing with Cedric, though I owe him. A lot.

The appeal of student housing is something I’ve never been able to fully explain to myself. I’ve always been drawn to it. There’s a particular atmosphere in those places—late nights, people moving through hallways, a kind of communal energy that emerges if you have the right crowd. More often it’s just depressing, honestly. But when it works, it works. The strange part is I’ve always wanted to experience it without actually being a student, without the tuition and the pretense. So here I am, living that specific contradiction.

Moving to Berlin in August. There’s something appealing about showing up to a new place with no real expectations, just seeing what happens. Maybe the dorm life will actually be as good as I’ve imagined. Maybe I’ll hate it and move to East Berlin and that’ll be that. I doubt it though. You can usually tell pretty quick if something’s going to work out or not.