West Coast Friendships
From the beginning on I’ve been very honest with you about what I find hard about moving to a new country. My biggest fear and indeed one of my biggest struggles here in the US has been finding friends from the beginning on. I know that it is mostly my fault, because I might not be the most outgoing and easy person. But I didn’t expect it to be that hard to find some nice people over here.
Now – nearly 18 months after we first moved the US – we found some nice friends and have a good circle of close people. But it for sure isn’t the same as back home. We hung out with one of Flo’s new co workers and his girlfriend yesterday. I met them before and absolutely love them, but for the first time I really got to talk to them yesterday. When I talked to the girl alone, she told me how hard even she as an American has it to find friends in LA. She is from the East Coast and told me that she considers the West Cast as somewhat of a bad place to actually make friends.
When you move here you have to learn the difference of an actual friendship and a superficial nice gesture very fast. No, I don’t want to say Americans are superficial. I really don’t think that. They are nice and open – and Europeans might often misunderstand that. But you have to learn to not mistake a nice move as a friendship. And I guess that is what happened to me when we first moved here and often left me a little confused.
I guess the best tip I can give everyone who plans on moving here or just did so is take your time. Don’t think everything has to work out perfectly in the first years. Maybe you will be lucky and find friends super fast. But maybe you won’t – and that’s absolutely okay. Because you are building a whole new life for yourself – and you have to do that one step at a time.

This weekend was our last before the whole moving stress will begin. So we decided to take it slow (relatively) and do some relaxing things including a trip to Magic Mountain. Not everyone might consider our Saturday activity relaxing, but it was our way of not spending one thought on a stressful move. On Saturday morning our friends picked us up and we headed north to the Six Flags Rollercoaster Park Magic Mountain. In Germany me and my brother had always dreamed about visiting this park. We always loved rollercoasters and compared to the European ones, this park is insane. The price is actually pretty okay- we only paid 40 dollars per ticket, because we bought them early. What was not so nice though was that the park was extremely packed. In the eight hours we spent there we only went on four rides. The rest of the time we spent standing in line or walking around. But still, it was worth the trip and a nice way to escape our everyday life in Los Angeles for a little bit.