I thought that I would have more time.
I thought that this second move to Germany would be my last. I envisioned my life beginning and ending drinking Weissbier by the Eisbach.
I like writing about Germany, because this is how the whole blog started anyway. I was consumed with stress, anxiety and sadness about leaving, but I also held excitement. I never wanted to leave Germany. I loved living there, I loved the life that I had and the people that I knew, but we do things for love, don’t we?
As much as I loved Germany, I loved my partner more. So, I packed up my life and moved to the most anti-German place I have every been: Sydney, Australia.
It feels like some people expect me to just forget the fact that Germany was my goal. Germany was my last stop in moving. I’ve never wanted to live anywhere else long term. I got the 1 year itch like clockwork even when I lived in TN.
I moved apartments or houses every year. The thrill of the new kept me going. That is, until I went to Germany. There, I really felt at peace.
But, the tides are always changing and you never know where you will end up in life. Heck, I might even end up in Germany later in life, who knows? But, I know I have not seen my last Oktoberfest. I’ll go when I’m 60 if I have to.
This is my homage to the land of sausage. You have not been forgotten. I will return to you, I’m just on a little vacation now 🙂