heyitsdaphne

I’ve lived in Berlin long enough that you could just randomly drop me anywhere in the city, Fortnite-style, and I could find my way back home without a map. I remember my first year here my phone died one afternoon and I had no idea how to get home.

I think people sometimes confuse being trustworthy with being likeable. You can find a person charming and fun to be around, but not necessarily give them the keys to your apartment. You can dislike a coworker, but trust them to meet a deadline. I recently met someone new that I fully trusted AND liked within hours, which is rare. I don't quite understand why, but I'm very impressed. You usually end up with either one or the other.

Every day on the tram I see weary german dads with their tiny colourful daughters. They all look like they need a vacation. My dad had me in his 40s, I know that look.

Berliners have been really kind to me this month. I‘m grateful but a bit suspicious.

I patiently sit in line at Rewe with my vegan sushi, which I absolutely don’t need. The two guys in front of me are lugging 30 bottles of Peroni. The one in front of them is buying one single Monster drink. Suddenly I realise we’re all in the poor-life-decisions queue and I feel embarrassed.

Someone I recently met at an event showed me a tattoo they got when they were 16. Sixteen! My mom would have murdered me, I’d be grounded until I was 25.

Friend explains his new dish to me: „It’s like a burrito Jesus would make.“ I thought: I don’t think Jesus had miso paste.

It’s always easy to say to someone “you should have known better”. Some life lessons don’t stick until you’ve felt them on your own skin.

I wonder how people remember me. Do I live in their memories as a regret/ mistake or someone they’re happy they met. Maybe they don’t remember me at all.

Friend looks at this photo and says: “What’s with this photo, you look like you already died.”