Summer holidays. Six unadulterated weeks of relaxation and rest.
So far, I have spent two weeks in the awfully(original sense of the word) scenic land that they call Michigan. Now, I am waiting for a flight.
Where am I going?
Why, thanks for asking! If you must know, I am headed to the fabulous metropolis that is New York City, and I will be having the grandest of times there. People, we're looking at two whole weeks of chaos, heat stroke, over-priced everything, non-existent personal space, and for lack of a better term, subway-stank.
I am SO pumped.
Although I have to admit that I'm starting to miss Berlin. A tiny bit.
Don't get me wrong, I'm so excited to jaywalk without getting dirty looks from rule-adhering Germans. I am even more excited about not having to endure that weird panic-enduced stress at the grocery store that for some reason only exists in Berlin.
If you live in Berlin you know what I mean: the process of paying(there are always so many coins) and putting your groceries in your bag but feeling incredibly slow and like you're holding up the line, getting embarrassed, stuffing your change into any pocket/wallet/receptacle and scurrying away ashamed. #reallife
(Not to mention that whole weird EC-Karte thing. Why is it that some times you sign and other times you're asked to enter your pin? Please tell me if you know.)
I mean the cashiers put your groceries away for you here. It's so much more logical.
Okay, rant over.
I DO miss, however, getting cold drip coffees from Chapter One, relaxing in the park, and strolling around Berlin. I miss going to work everyday, and seeing my beautiful friends. I also miss dressing like a fairy princess/grunge monster whenever I want to just because I feel like it.
But most of all, I miss my quirky little room.
There is something so personal and comforting about a room of one's own. What's in your room?
Have you mastered the grocery check-out tango? Share your tips with me!
Have a good one.
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