When I first moved to Germany in January 2017, I shared a post describing the immediate differences I noticed between the US and Germany and the American products and customs that I missed. Now, nearly two years later, I’ve compiled a list of the same sort; some items have been added, and many have stayed the same. The US is an incredibly large and diverse country, and the below list of American yearnings is from the perspective of someone familiar with the northeastern part of the country (New England and New York) who also tends to frequent Whole Foods. Let’s also keep in mind that this list is mostly food products, and that, of course, there are other and more profound differences between Germany and the US.
Three weeks in and Germany is still a wonderful country. Berlin is beautiful (and a little gritty), there are endless things to do, the shopping is amazing, and I’ve met a lot of really great people. I love it here, but of course there are things I miss from home. Besides my friends, my family, and Zealand, here are a few things I’ve been missing:
I’ve lived in Berlin for six days now, and I’m pleased to say that the uncomfortable flight was absolutely worth it. Wow Airlines is truly something else. The price point in unbeatable, and now I know why With a total of six checked bags at $70 each, we spent an additional $420 on luggage. Although, shipping boxes to Germany is twenty times that, so while I complain, Wow still was the most affordable option.
There are few things in life as satisfying as finding the perfect version of a sought-after wardrobe essential. The perfect pair of boyfriend jeans, the perfect leather jacket, the perfect white tee, the perfect black skinnies, the perfect cozy grey sweater, the perfect LBD. Casual streetwear that’s timeless, reliable, and day-to-night: that’s the goal. Then, of course, there’s the professional wardrobe. And the fitness wardrobe. If you’re able to find versatile items that check two or three of those boxes, you’re doing it right. And your bank account will thank you.
I have very fond memories of my rugged child-self — without getting too political, think toe-headed four-year-old in rural Vermont with a fervor for adventure meets Merriweather Lewis. From a young age (and yes, I’m constantly reminded of this), I was opinionated, determined and somewhat of a nut for adventure and adrenaline. There weren’t many options for entertainment in my hometown, so naturally I took to the outdoors.