I’m settled now

I did it, I settled down. Sort of.

Beware of the border agent

„You alright?“ Asked the border force agent. „Yes,“ we said, cautiously.

It was the first time we returned to the UK as a family, weary of questions the agent would ask. 

For the border force, we are a mismatched family with different surnames and different nationalities within the family.

New environments

So. It’s done. The baby is here and I am overwhelmed, happy, anxious and feeling every emotion on the spectrum. Everything has changed, the world has been turned upside down. Our flat feels like a proper home. A home where a child lives. I have created a family and yet feel like someone who is too young for the responsibility. When I’m pushing the pram down the road, back in my pre-pregnancy clothes, sunglasses on, I wonder if this is all a dream that is going to end soon and the baby in front of me is just an accessory that I have to return after 28 days.

Brexit, Baby

Oh hello there. Yes, it’s been a minute.

Some of you will remember that I used to sporadically write about life as an Erasmus student in London, a reverse culture-shocked student/hanging-around-working-in-the-media-person in Berlin and as a journalist in Brighton.

So what happened? Apart from the obvious - Bowie’s death, the Referendum and Trump?

My name is, my name is (not the real Slim Shady)

I’m sure most of you know what my name is, but I’m also very sure that most English native speakers of you will pronounce my name differently to what I would call myself.

I have been living in England now for over a whole year; adding my Erasmus time, it’s almost two years I have spent on this island.

I think it’s time to do a round-up now to keep you all up-to-date, especially since it got a bit silent on this blog in the past three months.