I moved to Berlin for the first time on February 27th, 2015 for six months. That day changed my relationship to the city forever. I had been to Berlin once before back in 2011. I enjoyed the stay, wanted to come back, but never made it. I got to admit, that I always thought I’d end up in Munich. I always loved the city – but you know, life is a funny thing. When I got offered the chance to do an internship in Berlin I was a little bit scared but made one of the best descisions by accepting it.
The weird thing about Berlin was that only after one month of living there – I already knew that I’d move back. It sounds weird. You don’t really know the city after one month. You might know tiny parts of it – but you don’t know it really much. That kind of thought is really unusual for me.
Things worked out great for me – I especially loved those first months. After that some things changed. That doesn’t mean that it got worse or better. I was just full of emotions. I luckily found there a really good friend (hi, if you’re reading this!). Just someone who understands you, won’t judge you for everything and is there for you – no matter what (shoutout to all of my other friends and family – I know you guys are this way as well). But I guess, this whole experience wouldn’t have been the same without her. During those six months we had our ups and downs, we cried, laughed, shared our stories – we knew we’d stay friends even though I would move back home in summer.
Those six months passed by really quickly. My family and friends visited me regularly and we had the best time together. But there is one day in particular I was always really afraid of: my last day in Berlin. It ended up being one of the best days ever. On that day I took my parents car, drove my best friend to the airport, and me and my other friend drove around the city. We had the best ice-cream in West Berlin, walked down memory lane in the south of the city, ate a great burger at Burgerium in Friendrichshain… We were just talking about our time in Berlin and went to our last party. We left the party early because we felt like we needed to see the city even more. We drove around the different neighborhoods, walked around the city in pouring rain, laughed so much because we finally saw some places we only had heard about until then. We felt like Berlin was crying with us. That sounds kind of dramatic.
The day ended with a croissant that we ate in the middle of the night. We both went home but instead of going to bed I decided to finish writing my diary. Even though there were times when I was sad about certain things I kind of remained happy. I suddenly saw things differently – Berlin wasn’t that far away as it always seemed.
When I thought about leaving Berlin I always predicted that I would cry in the car. But I didn’t cry. I left Berlin crying inside knowing that the place I had to say goodbye to was not Berlin – it was my home. I knew that sooner or later I’d come back. I guess this “comeback” is now. You know what they say… the best stories start with a return.
Welcome back to Berlin.