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Berlin Monthiversary

My monthiversary has come and gone. It has been a genuine whirlwind of a start to Berlin, so much so that  the idea of an evening at home, tucked up in bed, with a cup of tea, catching up on one of my Danish crime dramas is exceptionally appealing. But social needs must.

Within the whirlwind of events, supermarket shopping has hit me the most. Maybe I had adapted too much to home comforts, where the magic Scottish fridge re-filled itself and I hardly ever set foot in a supermarket, or maybe it’s all just a part of acclimatisation, but I really am untalented at food shopping in Berlin.

I’ve never been a good food shopper. After ‘a weekly massage’, ‘hiring a personal food shopper’ would be high up on my list of ‘Things I will do when I am rich’. I go, I buy things which take my fancy, spur of the moment purchases, and then, undoubtedly, forget the two things I specifically set out for. I return with a selection of products, yet never enough ingredients to make a proper meal.

The problem I have with Berlin is that there is too much choice! For example, I set out to buy some oats. A simple enough task, I hear you all cry. But alas, it is not. There are Biological Oats (I know right, what?), Fresh Crunchy Oats, Free-range Oats, Finely ground ones, Pre-cooked and boiled oats, Ready-to-make-porridge oats, and so on and so forth. It took me half an hour to sift through them all, and I’m pretty sure I still ended up buying something similar to biological oats, which, as far as I am concerned, cannot exist. They are oats, not chickens. 

As for the rest of the month, I’ll briefly fill you in on some of my escapades. 

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Today, it’s beautiful outside…

The air is fresh, but not too cold. Gone is the biting edge from last night, the wind chill factor, which sinks into your bones, cooling you down from the inside-out. The sun is strong (by Scottish standards), beating straight down, uninterrupted by any clouds. So strong, in fact, that I’m beginning to think I should have sun-creamed my nose. 


The pull of the warm, spring-like air, and the lack of motivation to translate an article about sound speakers, had me packing up my things to find a workspace elsewhere. A day like today makes me grateful for the freedom in freelance work. It might be less stable on many levels, but not being fixed to one office chair day in, day out, makes up for all of that. 

Sitting in the back of a coffee shop, the ebb and flow of customers has slowed down. There’s a distinct lull in the queue and the tables have emptied from around me. My cappuccino was tepid -I hate it luke warm, so I asked for some ice cubes, to turn it into an ice-cappuccino. I hesitated before asking, afraid of judgement I suppose, before I remembered that I was no longer in Italy and that the Scots wouldn’t care. I was right.

So, now I’m sitting with my refreshingly cold coffee, sunshine scorching my face and I feel like spring has arrived. With itchy feet once again and with the prospect of a potential new adventure on the horizon, I can’t help feeling excited. It’s been a while since I’ve felt excited and if, before, I was feeling a little out of sorts, I am now definitely back “in sorts”!

I hope everyone is having a day filled with sunshine, too.