Well, I’m in the process of doing this. I’ve been living in Berlin, Germany for about a month and a half now. And even though I’ve made some good friends and my boyfriend is in Germany too and I think my language skills are improving…
I hate it. I’m depressed and homesick constantly. I just don’t particularly like Berlin. Maybe if I were in a different city, it would be better—but here it’s so ugly and big and people are so indifferent.
I miss California and the smiles I get from people on the street there.
I’m hoping that I just need a bit more time to adjust. I really wanted to do this, and I still really want to like it, and sometimes I do. It’s just that those times are so few and far between.
Either way, though—this is a good adventure, and it will make for a bunch of good stories when I finally get home next year.
