The Premise of this Blog
Welcome, oh blogolytes. If you are here, then perhaps it is because you have chosen to join me, vicariously at least, on my journey from Berlin to Stockholm, from Berliner to Stockholmian. In other words, I'm moving, and you want to know how it's going.
A little bit of background if you dont' know me already:
I'm an American originally from Boston, via New York, and I've been living in Berlin now for almost four years. I speak fluent German, I'm a student of German literature at the university here, and I work part-time as a guide of Berlin, giving historical walking tours. My area of expertise is the Third Reich and Holocaust. I have a happy and settled life here in Berlin (albeit somewhat impoverished.) So why am I moving to Stockholm?
Why indeed!
A year and a half ago I met the sweetest, wittiest, most debonair, funniest and most brilliant and most considerate man in the world, a certain person I'll call for now: "The Handsome Swede" until I get his permission to use his real name on the internet.
To make a long story short, he and I fell in love, he extended his stay in Berlin. Things got more serious. Eventually, however, he had to return to his studies in Stockholm. For the academic year 2005-2006 we visited one another regularly -- I think I made five trips to Stockholm in all, and he the same, so we saw each other almost every month. But it was taxing, as such things are, and now I've decided to move to Stockholm to be with him.
So.
That is the premise of this blog. There are more harrowing travails being documented at this very moment at other weblog locations, so if you want excitement, that's where you should head. This blog, oh friends and family, is merely so that you can keep tabs on my small-time yet momentous life-change at your leisure, should you ever have a moment of boredom that needs filling in a pleasant way.
A little bit of background if you dont' know me already:
I'm an American originally from Boston, via New York, and I've been living in Berlin now for almost four years. I speak fluent German, I'm a student of German literature at the university here, and I work part-time as a guide of Berlin, giving historical walking tours. My area of expertise is the Third Reich and Holocaust. I have a happy and settled life here in Berlin (albeit somewhat impoverished.) So why am I moving to Stockholm?
Why indeed!
A year and a half ago I met the sweetest, wittiest, most debonair, funniest and most brilliant and most considerate man in the world, a certain person I'll call for now: "The Handsome Swede" until I get his permission to use his real name on the internet.
To make a long story short, he and I fell in love, he extended his stay in Berlin. Things got more serious. Eventually, however, he had to return to his studies in Stockholm. For the academic year 2005-2006 we visited one another regularly -- I think I made five trips to Stockholm in all, and he the same, so we saw each other almost every month. But it was taxing, as such things are, and now I've decided to move to Stockholm to be with him.
So.
That is the premise of this blog. There are more harrowing travails being documented at this very moment at other weblog locations, so if you want excitement, that's where you should head. This blog, oh friends and family, is merely so that you can keep tabs on my small-time yet momentous life-change at your leisure, should you ever have a moment of boredom that needs filling in a pleasant way.
posted by Ida at 4:39 PM
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Ida, I love your blog.
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