The Wrap Up
Despite the fact that every single German friend I visited sent me away with some sort of gift or offering to bring home - and I can prove to you, if you want, that each of said gifts weighs certainly more than any of the pairs of shoes that some people like to make fun of me for bringing with me - packing has gone relatively well, and it seems I will be able to transport both myself and all my stuff back to the states. The packing process has, for various reasons, been a little hectic, but as of now everything in my apartment is A) clean and B) inside something else.
And because I can't immediately think of something else to write, and because my fingers do not like the coldness that has followed them since i lost a mitten on the subway, I will now make a list of things that I will and will not miss.
I will miss:
Pretzels, obviously. They're practically why I came here.
Sausage, roasted chestnut, and beer vendors on every corner, especially now that the christmas markets are in swing.
Fast, reliable public transportation with an affordable monthly travel card.
Visits from "my" cat.
Watching british sitcoms in German.
Predicting the questions that curious-looking people in the Sony Center are about to ask me about my computer.
Pulling a handful of change out of my pocket and realizing I have 8 Euros there.
A city that has everything, but isn't cramped and isn't expensive.
The really really good indian restaurant that I've always liked but might have given Jeremy salmonella and Jane botulism. (Apparently, I am invincible! Just try to food-poison me. You just can't.)
The surprising ability of Germans to make a very good cappuccino.
That vanilla doesn't come in extract form, but in sugar form.
Really good bakeries, really good butchers.
The gummy bear store.
The Turkish Market.
Movies in English for 4.50, all day.
I won't miss:
The cold, cold outdoor-ness of the Sony Center.
Constant clouds of cigarette smoke in all public buildings, except sometimes when it's just a lingering smell of stale smoke.
Non-existence of fat free milk. The skimmest it gets here is 1.5%.
Graffitti on literally every flat surface.
Rude, bump-into-me Turkish grandmothers and rude, bump-into-me Germans (seriously, this country does not know how to say excuse me).
Prepaid cell phone. Sounds cool, isn't.
Paying for public restrooms.
The weird mirror/window on the wall of the shower.
People standing obediently on the curb, waiting for the green crossing light man, when no cars are within even two blocks of the intersection. (Seriously, and then they look at me all weird when I go ahead and cross.)
The depressing inability of Germans to make a decent mocha.
The fact that being in Germany makes all my jeans break. And not because I've gained weight, but because some mystical force rips the knees and bends the buttons of jeans here.
The Turkish Market.
And because I can't immediately think of something else to write, and because my fingers do not like the coldness that has followed them since i lost a mitten on the subway, I will now make a list of things that I will and will not miss.
I will miss:
Pretzels, obviously. They're practically why I came here.
Sausage, roasted chestnut, and beer vendors on every corner, especially now that the christmas markets are in swing.
Fast, reliable public transportation with an affordable monthly travel card.
Visits from "my" cat.
Watching british sitcoms in German.
Predicting the questions that curious-looking people in the Sony Center are about to ask me about my computer.
Pulling a handful of change out of my pocket and realizing I have 8 Euros there.
A city that has everything, but isn't cramped and isn't expensive.
The really really good indian restaurant that I've always liked but might have given Jeremy salmonella and Jane botulism. (Apparently, I am invincible! Just try to food-poison me. You just can't.)
The surprising ability of Germans to make a very good cappuccino.
That vanilla doesn't come in extract form, but in sugar form.
Really good bakeries, really good butchers.
The gummy bear store.
The Turkish Market.
Movies in English for 4.50, all day.
I won't miss:
The cold, cold outdoor-ness of the Sony Center.
Constant clouds of cigarette smoke in all public buildings, except sometimes when it's just a lingering smell of stale smoke.
Non-existence of fat free milk. The skimmest it gets here is 1.5%.
Graffitti on literally every flat surface.
Rude, bump-into-me Turkish grandmothers and rude, bump-into-me Germans (seriously, this country does not know how to say excuse me).
Prepaid cell phone. Sounds cool, isn't.
Paying for public restrooms.
The weird mirror/window on the wall of the shower.
People standing obediently on the curb, waiting for the green crossing light man, when no cars are within even two blocks of the intersection. (Seriously, and then they look at me all weird when I go ahead and cross.)
The depressing inability of Germans to make a decent mocha.
The fact that being in Germany makes all my jeans break. And not because I've gained weight, but because some mystical force rips the knees and bends the buttons of jeans here.
The Turkish Market.
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