Whilst lurking on the interwebs, I came across the official video released by the festival I went to last July in Graz, Austria. My host sister was adamant that I experience European youth culture, and schlepped me a whole four hours down to Austria. We stayed in a little tent for four days on a muddy campground and got around six solid hours of sleep. Eating nothing but ramen and the occasional sausage, our bodies were seemingly destroyed by the amount of alcohol we consumed there. Showers were few and far between, but alas! There was a breathtakingly clean lake on the campgrounds. Sets usually began around 6 PM and lasted until 10 AM the next day. Easy to say my eardrums will never fully recover.

Ah, die kinder heute.

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Two months and I’ll be hanging out with the most contradicting/straightforward/poorly matching/overdressed population of people. Ah, Germany.

Preparations for moving abroad this summer have been next to nothing (so far). But the other day I was mozying around The Container Store when I saw and fell in love with their reusable shopping totes! (This is turning into such a girl post, *sigh*). After being in Germany for several weeks last summer, I noticed that the majority of people buying groceries brought their own bags. At first I thought it was a typical Germans-being-environmentally-aware practice, but then I learned that you actually have to pay for paper/plastic bags! As my little Bavarian friends like to say… Boah!

So needless to say I am well on my way to becoming one with the locals, even if I do look like a Spanish ausländer (who, by the way, has 0% Spanish/South American heritage!!! I repeat, I am not Spanish!) who can’t conjugate irregular verbs.

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Left to Right: RuMe in size Macro, Reisenthel in size Mini Maxi Shopper (both two)

 

I am beyond over the moon right now.

I figured out my living situation (this time for good). A friend of mine, who happens to be a native Regensburger, has the best apartment located directly in the Altstadt. Her former flatmate is studying abroad this summer, so when she asked me if I wanted to stay with her I nearly erupted. Flooding our WhatsApp conversation with “OH MY GOD I LOVE YOU” and “THANK YOU THANK YOU”, it was safe to say I had accepted her offer. Brückstraße will be my new home this coming Summer. Perfect timing, oder? 

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You can see our flat from here! Crazy!

It’s been one of those days.. 

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Alright everyone… exhale, I have found a place to live in my beloved Regensburg.

Even though the pricing is not desirable, I cannot be any more excited! Finding a place to live was one of my biggest worries and now that things are (finally) set in stone I can stop worrying. For now I’ll be obsessing over what to bring/how to spend my time (I’m going to Prague, Y’all!) while overseas this summer. I’ve got a good feeling about all of this.

So searching for an apartment share/flat rental these past couple of weeks has been a real blast… Not only have I been confronted with overwhelming costs (both near and far from the Innenstadt!), but I have also been experiencing quite the opposite of homesickness.

Is it absolutely ridiculous to just suck it up and pay for a rented apartment, even if it will be astronomically expensive? I doubt very much that a landlord in Regensburg is willing to rent an apartment to an 18-year-old Ami only in town for three months.

What do Deutschland?!

 

Expat in waiting? Expat to be? I’m not sure what to call myself on this.. after all I don’t really fall into any specific category in this American-gone-European World. So let me try and explain.
It all began last year on my first ever trip to Europe with my german class. We spent one week in Regensburg studying at the Horizonte language school, while seeing sights and eating amazing food. It was during this minute stay in Germany that I realized I was home. This strange feeling of being where I always should have been stayed with me after I returned home to New Jersey. In everything I did or saw I compared it to Germany, to Europe even. So I took action. That same month I signed up for an exchange program through my high school and the following June I was spending six glorious weeks with a German family in Regensburg. It would be an understatement to say I was in heaven. While there (and this is without getting to gushy) I spent the most meaningful moments of my life doing rather unmeaningful things. Drinking beer at a friends, going to my first music festival (think Woodstock comes to Austria) and reading books at a cafe. My daily activities, even my boring commute on the bus, was an new game to be played. People watching from the steps of the Dom became a sort of creepy thrill (let the judging begin). Even riding the non-air conditioned bus in the middle of July was fun. It’s safe to say I was a culture-shock freak looking for my next fix in road signs, menus and even supermarkets. I could write pages upon pages about the almost euphoric time I have spent in Germany, but I am desperately trying to keep this short.
Anyways, It’s safe to say I cried like a toddler on the plane ride home, to the dismay of the middle-aged Korean man sitting next to me. I was leaving home after all! So fast forward to now: I am a senior in high school who is counting down the day until graduation, saving up money and planning on living in Regensburg for the summer of 2013. I am not sure where I will be at the end of my trip abroad this summer, but somewhere in my gut I am sure I will eventually join the ranks of the expats. God help me.

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