What Berlin has done to me so far


“Maybe that’s the best part of going away for a vacation – coming home again.” – Madeleine L’Engle

Months before we even came up with the plan to move to Berlin, we have planned our vacation first. It’s the one that I refer to as the Donauwelle (lit. Danube wave), because we are going to three cities along the Danube river – Bratislava – Vienna – Budapest. This one is due in about two weeks but, in a way, I’m just not too thrilled about it. Usually I get pretty excited for our trips but, right now, I can’t even get myself to research for some places we definitely shouldn’t miss, let alone write even a half-page itinerary. I’m afraid we would have to go on a no-itinerary holiday which, of course, is so unlikely of me. Obviously, I had been wondering what’s been going on here, and I think I have figured out answer:

I live in Berlin now.

For the past few weeks, this has officially been my home. I somehow managed to channel all my excitement for seeing these great cities into this move that now I can’t seem to get myself to look forward to anything other than going home. For someone like me and with my background, I have searched for home my whole life and, now, in this very beautiful city, I am finally feeling like this is where I’m supposed to be. Like I’m in the right place, finally, like this is home.

Ah, I’m sure that by then, I will be in awe of all the new landscapes we will be seeing on this two-week trip and I will start appreciating other cities again but, in the mean time, let me just admire this place in drown in this satisfaction-pool for a  bit longer. 🙂

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s