I grew up in the suburbs near Frankfurt, but I know it was the city rather than my hometown that shaped me. I was to Frankfurt what a moth is to a flame – it attracted me, it drew me in, it coughed me out a different person. The suburbs made me long for something bigger, something with a broader horizon and more. More of everything, but especially of people.
Going back home on a vacation from work and life in Berlin is stressful, because it means moving back in with my parents for a week. It means having to call thousands of people I haven’t seen in a while, it means making dates and having no time to relax. Sometimes it feels like I left my old life back here and began a parallel, different life in Berlin. I try to combine them, but it’s difficult. There is just too many thing still left here for me: family and friends. It was not the people who drove me away from Frankfurt.
And so, on a mission to capture what I love about my home, I strolled through the city. The differences between Frankfurt and Berlin are remarkable; Frankfurt is cleaner and obviously wealthier, but Berlin has more youth and a rather pulsating feeling to it. As a tourist, I’d probably hate Frankfurt. But the city is changing now – the Bahnhofsviertel is getting its fair share of hip, new things, bars and art and culture. And can’t help myself, it’s still my first urban love.
Edit 2016: I went through my old pictures in here and found some I took of my mom. Rips my heart out – never returned to the city center after she passed in 2015.