So, the three months are over. And I’m back home again, without a flight ticket to go back. And to be honest this feels pretty weird.
The moment I knew I’d be going to Berlin was really important to me. I was pretty shocked to be honest. And I didn’t believe it. And I didn’t know what to expect. But I loved it, seriously. I loved the work there. The people. The city. And even though I was extremelyyyyy happy to be home again, I miss it. Knowing that I won’t be heading back to Berlin for the next months, maybe even the next year, feels pretty odd to me. But nonetheless I happy that I’m back home again. And that I went to Berlin in the first place. I’m hundred percent sure that I’d regret not doing it for the rest of my life, every single day.
Overall I think those three months really did bring some changes in my life. I mean, I was on my own pretty much all the time, except when my parents or my friends visited me. And being alone just forces you to think about yourself. About what you want in your life. And what you don’t want. And how to spend time with yourself, without needing someone else to keep you company. I went to cinema, to concerts, museums on my own and did things I never thought I’d be “brave” enough to do all by myself (before that I always thought that going to the cinema alone is like the most pitiful thing in the world). And I think being away those three months made a lot of things clearer to me. I know that I want to be a journalist. Because I now know what being a journalist feels like. And I loved it. Every single second. And I know that I love living in a city. I mean, I’ve always wanted to live in a city, but was actually never sure if it was the right thing for me. But I’m sure it is know. And after being away from my friends and family and everything I know, I have the feeling that I can live in another country for a little longer time. I mean, I want to study in London, this is like one of my biggest dreams ever, but I always had the panic that I wouldn’t be a blue to stay away from home for such a long time. But I think after being able to handle those three months, I’m ready for the next step.
Looking back at the. time I had in Berlin, I have to say that I learned a lot about me, my life, dreams and a lot more. And even though I had some tough days, days I wanted nothing more than fly home and cuddle up on the couch with my mum, I don’t regret it at all. It’s the opposite, actually. I’m really glad that I went to Berlin. And I loved it. Every single day.
So yeah, now that I’m home again, I’m ready to take the next step and I’m excited to find out what life and the world has planned for me. Bring it on.
If any of you want to know more about my time in Berlin or just want to chat, I’m here. And until then I hope you enjoyed this post and, as always, thanks for reading. x
Ps: I freaking got a ticket to see Mr. Edward Christopher Sheeran on his tour and I am loosing my mind. Holy moly.
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