When people ask me if there’s anything I dislike about Berlin, I can only come up with one straight answer: the cold. Winters here seem harsher than anywhere else, and the contrast to Berlin city life in the summer is just too sharp for me to handle. If I could, I’d move away every winter to avoid freezing my ass off. Coming back from a tropical summer of six months really didn’t make it any easier and spring is surely taking its time.
That said: I’m finally back, and it’s grand as ever. Had I known, three years ago, what moving to Berlin would make me do (and not do), man, I’d have not believed it. And while many things happened in the last months before my departure, it finally feels like I’m opening a new chapter of living in this city. When I took a long walk the other day, I felt… well, not quite too comfortable as it was freezing, but I felt right at home. I might be homeless and some of my friends I still haven’t caught up with and I’m actually unemployed waiting for the next semester to enroll in university, but life is good. And that’s all that matters.