Guten Tag!

I decided to start a blog documenting my move to Europe. I'm afraid this phrasing, "blog... documenting.. move to Europe," has already become a trite fixture of the 21st century, but I still want to give it a go.

I moved to Frankfurt, Germany exactly two weeks ago. I speak minimal German, have no job prospects, and had previously never ventured more than 35 miles away from my parent's house. Why, then, did I pack my life in two suitcases and ditch my beloved America (in an election year no less) to live in Frankfurt?! Frankfurt?! A city that has been bombed, rebuilt, bombed, rebuilt, and is now not the fashion, or culinary, or arts capital of Germany, but the... drumroll...financial capital! That's right: My new home hosts the Euro bank, and I can't even do long subtraction if the top number is a zero.... My new city is also the namesake to the most phallic looking meat creation ever invented. What possessed me?

Well, put simply, I moved because I had to. There was this guy, blah, blah, blah, and when it became apparent that having "phone dates" no longer thrilled us, I moved.

Surely the web doesn't need another travelogue, or the smug apologies of an ex-pat who suddenly despises how loud and large Americans actually are. Instead I want to share photos and stories of the oddities and idiosyncrasies that come when living as an Auslanderin in a country, let's be frank, that's never been kind to outsiders.