It’s not that I have not written anything at all, that’s absurd. Everything I’ve written, since the last blog in 2021, are left forgotten in my Notes app. I’ve been wanting to restart the blog for a months now but have been stuck in analysis paralysis. There’s really no special reason other than to get the creative juices flowing. I like writing, I miss it, but I’m rusty and need to sharpen the metaphorical pencil. Hence, this post to get back on it.
Life has a funny way of unfolding. This month, it is exactly my 6th year of living in Germany. Honestly, it feels like I’ve been living here longer. Do I feel well integrated? Not really. Am I now fluent in German? Hell no. My B2 German is thriving and can get me through the day to day. Everyday could be a learning moment, if I want it to be, but who has the energy to process all that?! Not me, that’s for sure.
Life as an immigrant is a difficult path and it could make or break a person. Sometimes, we get lucky with the people we meet and the circumstances that life throws at us, and these pockets of joy make living in a foreign country easier.