Half a Year

I get out of the U-Bahn and turn right without thinking, walking slowly beside the tracks. Six months in Berlin. Following Ella here was probably the biggest move I’ve made, and everything’s different in a way that still doesn’t quite make sense—confusing even now. New job, new school, new friends, new girls. A lot happens in six months when you actually commit to being somewhere.

But right now, I don’t want to be anywhere else.

Spring’s almost here. I’m looking forward to jogging in the evenings without getting frostbite on my ass. The web design training is moving fast—TV stations, electronics companies, car manufacturers. Most of them need me for something at this point, which is still strange to think about. And I’m getting out of the student dorm soon, moving into my own place like Kathi did. My person from back home is coming to visit, which is nice.

Stagnation is death. I don’t know if that’s really true, but it makes sense to me now. So I’m just walking along the tracks, waiting to see what moves next.