Archive for February, 2010

I already told you about my husbands friends in California. I never actually met them, but this month I talked to both of them for the first time and already feel kind of close to those guys. I don’t know why, but they give me a safe feeling just by being there.

About two weeks ago I first talked to Scott. He added me on a messenger some time ago and I never had the balls to just write him. One evening my husband told me to just say hi and I did it. Even if I knew that this guy is absolutely cute and open-minded, I was surprised by how warm he talked to me and how good a feeling he gave me by just telling me that he can’t wait to meet me and for us to eventually move into their neighborhood.

Then last week his girlfriend Jeana contacted me via Facebook and was such a cutie it nearly broke my heart. She wrote me like we were close friends, who just hadn’t talked to each other for a while. She told me that she was looking forward to meet us in May, that she would love to have us over to their house as sleep-in-guests and already made plans on how we could spend our days and evenings together.

I always was kind of worried that I will never find friends in the US, because I am a real shy person when it comes to meeting new people. I already pictured myself spending my whole nights in front of the computer telling my far away friends how horribly lonely I feel and how much I miss them. But after getting warmed up (in what feels like a second) to Scott and Jeana I feel much more ready to take the big step into the United States of America. Even if many people judge the superficial behavior of the Americans, I guess this will at least help me to feel welcome and perhaps be something that makes it easier for me to get a social life.

Tomorrow morning we are taking a plane for a weekend trip to London. We are not only there to have some time away from everything, but also to meet my best friend Petra who moved to London three years ago. By now Petra is in love with a scottish boy and they live together in London. Cute as they are, they offered us their spare room for the weekend.

We met her boyfriend Robert for the first time in August 2009. Petra brought him along for the wedding and they stayed with us over the weekend. Even if I sometimes find it hard to understand his thick accent, I love to hear Robert speak! I am so into the british accent, especially the one spoken in the North of England, where Robert grew up. But even if I kind of love this guy and really like talking to him, my shyness takes over as always. I have tried so hard to talk english to Petra last time, but I always found myself switching back to german after a few minutes.

I absolutely adore Petra’s english, which by now sounds perfect and could be mistaken for a british person’s talk. I am very curious, if I will ever be able to talk english as fluent and self-confident the way Petra does. I will definitely try to get my act together, forget my doubts and just talk english this weekend. I know that I need all practice I can get – and who would be a better person to practice with than my best friend and her british boyfriend?

Perhaps one day we will visit those guys and be mistaken for American folks in London. But till than I am happy to be recognized as a German with good english skills.

Today one of my new colleagues asked me, if I am not afraid to make such a big step as to move to the US for good next year. My answer was simply no. And this was absolutely true. Every time someone asks me that question, I realize that I am not afraid at all. I am all other things from excited to overwhelmed to curious to overjoyed – but I am definitely not afraid.

Over the last years I learned that bad things can turn to really good things in the end. About two years ago I was so frustrated about my whole love life, that I actually made up the plan to stop dating for ever. Than I met my husband, fell in love head over heels and now am a married woman. Last year I lost my job, was depressed like I’ve never been before in my life, took the risk to start working as a freelancer and now I have a couple of great freelance jobs and am happy as hell.

Sometimes it’s the best thing to just follow your heart and take risks. I didn’t know how it would work out when I moved together with my husband just six months after our first kiss. Many of my friends told me that I am crazy for doing that and now they agree that he is the man I’ve been waiting for my whole life. When I grew familiar to the idea of working on a freelance basis, my mom was furious and told me not to take that risk. And now, after seven months of self-doubt I have a really great job, which I love. It turned out to be the best thing I could have done!

So why not take the risk to move abroad? I actually don’t see it as a risk, but as a task, on which I guess we both will grow. We will have our problems, we will have doubts, but I am a hundred percent sure that this American Dream will work out for us! And than in a few years we will be happy to have taken that risk!