Year Zwei: Germany

A popular song in German radio last year had a catchy, twangy hook: “I got no roots but my home was never on the ground.” I heard it every time I got in a cab, in stores, in coffeeshops—and inevitably, it became what the Germans call an ohrwurm, or earworm. It was stuck in my…

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Guten Truthahn Tag! An Expat Thanksgiving

“Is this your first Thanksgiving?” asked my creative director, when I introduced her to Tim at our office Thanksgiving celebration. “Oh, no,” he replied cheekily. “I’ve had 27. I just didn’t know it was a holiday then.” Smart-assery aside, Germans obviously don’t celebrate the quintessential American holiday. It’s a little strange to treat such a…

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From Hamburg to the Haupstadt

The other day I looked at the calendar and realized it’s been a month since I moved to Berlin. In that month, a ton of things have happened. To whit: Another move. Since I was 17, I’ve moved 17 times. Which is kind of staggering. But it also makes the moving process a bit ritualistic.…

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