And hello Armagh. City of angels and dreams. Well, not quite, far from it. Everything is sort of strange and dull and every new building that has popped up in my absence seems to have been designed along the lines of very large, very imposing public toilets. But, but, but it is the city of home-cooked meals and tins full of homemade mince pies. Good freakin' times. I swear to God I am going to do nothing but eat for the next two weeks. And watch crappy T.V. and annoy my family. Yay yay yay.
But, to be fair, it was hard to leave old B-lizzle this morning, snowy and sunny and BRILLIANT as she was. She? He? I can't think of what sex I think of Berlin as. And I can hardly say "it". The B-town is so much more than an "it". Oh, I don't know. But I shall miss being there, even if I am just gone for two weeks. I am very much in love with my city at the moment. Smile, sigh, cosy warm feeling.
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Hi Megan
AntwortenLöschenI just wanted to say that I love your blog and I hope you write another entry soon! I am a college student in the U.S. and I'm hoping to go to Berlin when I graduate, so I looked into expatriate blogs as a sort of preliminary research. I got so addicted to yours that I have read every entry from the beginning! They are always hilarious and insightful. Hopefully one day I will get to Berlin, but until then I will be reading and living vicariously through you!
-Cat
i agree so badly!! haven't been reading any blogs in a while, but had to come back and visit you especially :) keep it up.
AntwortenLöschenGolly, aren't you two lovely. Thank you for the kind words. And Cat, you should definately try to make it over here when you graduate. It's amazing!
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