Before moving over, I was pretty optimistic about my chances of finding permanent digs in Berlin. Within days of accepting my job offer, I had plastered pleas for an apartment near Mitte across social media, determined that my contract and deposit savings would be enough to convince any landlord that I was the tenant for… Continue reading A Blether in Berlin #6: Four tips for finding a permanent flat in Berlin (mission impossible?)
After a month of symptoms, today I received results from a blood test. On first glance at my papers, I was disappointed to learn that I was still, in fact, healthy. My thyroid was working, my blood cells plentiful, and remarkably given Berlin sunlight hours, I wasn't even lacking in vitamin D.
It has been four weeks since there were tears on toast in Glasgow departures, and the sun rose over the Kilpatrick Hills with the kind of glow which begged the question: “why would you ever want to leave?” But still we left, hearts and suitcases heavy. After what feels like decades later, we're now beginning… Continue reading A Blether in Berlin #4: Four things I love (and loathe) about living in Berlin
Distance naturally forces you to reflect on the quirks which you regard as typical of your home. For the UK, these may include detailed conversations about the weather, being passionate about the milk-water tea ratio, and a mystifying belief that empire was a good thing - y'know, just British things. Another feature regarded as quintessentially… Continue reading A Blether in Berlin #3: Down with the Sickness: navigating healthcare in Germany
Since moving to Germany, I’ve been appalled to discover that I must have something of a British demeanour. Maybe it's the translucent skin, the enthusiasm for self-deprecating humour, or even being consistently poorly dressed for the cold. But it is surely the only explanation for being spoken to in English before I’ve even attempted speaking… Continue reading A Blether in Berlin #2: Do you really need to speak German to live here?