Posts Tagged ‘L.A.’

Since like the day of our last six months in Germany began, I am kind of waiting for the big panic to arrive. I wait for the first time I feel that this isn’t right, that I won’t bear to leave my family and friends and that the panic of not getting a job and living on the street will overwhelm me. But guess what: The panic seems to be busy with someone else, because it just doesn’t show up at my place!

Everytime I see Los Angeles on TV, hear songs that make me think of the US or talk to someone about it, I suddenly get so excited and happy. Yes, I sometimes am scared, because there is so much left for us to do. Because we have one hell of a journey in front of us. But I never feel afraid. I feel happy. Happier than I have been for a long time!

People always say that you know right away when you found your love. I actually were so lucky to find my true love and knew it very very early. Perhaps what I feel right now is just fate telling me that is what I have always been meant to do. That the US is my destiny. Shortly before Flo and I got married in 2009 I also sat there and waited. Waited for the panic of spending my life with one person to arrive. Waiting for myself to point out everything that might be wrong about our marriage plans. But that never happened. I never seriously considered calling off our engagement for a second!

I never was one to believe in fate. Not, because I don’t wanted to – I just never met fate! But now I know that fate exists! That fate leads us in the right directions and just gives us a feeling for what we have to do and what we better shouldn’t do! My fate was to marry Flo – so I did. My fate is to go to the Us – so I will! Perhaps I may meet panic on the way, but will it stop me? NO!

Everyone knows that talking in a foreign language isn’t easy. Living in a foreign country isn’t either. Therefor it is no surprise that you often get engaged in awkward situations. Today I will share two of those nasty moments with you.

Even before we won this Greencard, I had to talk english on a regular basis. Last year I worked for a german girls magazine. My first interview for the mag was a phoner with Benji Madden from the band Good Charlotte. I hate talking english on the phone so the interview was kind of cursed before I even picked up the receiver. The other bad thing was that Mr. Madden didn’t seem to be in the mood to give an interview at all. In his defence I have to add that this interview was at about 9 am L.A. time and he was probably still lying in bed while talking to me. His answers were mostly yes and no and he didn’t seem to understand me very good. While researching for the interview I read that Benji was a car collector and so I asked him about his cars. He seemed to be kind of pissed and answered: “What? I don’t collect cats!” That distracted me so much that I kept on giggling like a lunatic for the rest of the interview and I actually hope that I will never have to talk to him again in my life!

Another embarrassing thing happened to me while our stay in Florida last year. My husband and me went to the cinema one evening and decided to buy some popcorn. I have to explain that in Germany the “normal” version of popcorn is sweet and that only a few people order salted popcorn. I assumed that this was the standard in the US, too, and ordered popcorn with adding the idiotic question: “Do you have salted popcorn, too?” The girl at the counter said nothing, gave me a pitiful look and went to get my order. Only than I realized that there was nothing to order besides salted popcorn!

My english is not anywhere near perfect and I assume this will be a matter of fact at least for about another five years, so stay tuned for whole seasons of my personal Out-takes!