Being in the centre of Europe has made it much easier and cheaper to travel and I’ve definitely made the most of it! Continue reading
- First things first: Ask people who have done their Year Abroad for advice. I’ve pestered a few and they’ve always been super helpful and kind, going above and beyond anything I ever expected. So if anyone wants to ask me for any help, just leave a comment and I’ll try my best to be of use – for reference, I had placement in Berlin.
A lot has happened but I’ll start off with the deputy boss’ 50th birthday when we had prosecco, cake and confetti at work. A fantastic combination. That evening I also went for drinks with the other girl on placement in Pavlov’s Bar, a cosy bar with a genuinely fantastic playlist. It was lovely to be able to talk in German for so long and actually feel quite comfortable so things are looking up. Continue reading
This was both hard and easy to write. On the one hand, it helped me process my thoughts. On the other hand, I’m very aware of coming across as ungrateful for the opportunities open to me. I’m not saying that life abroad hasn’t been good but this is describing a feeling that pops up every so often, one that I can’t always ignore. So here we go…
I think I left you with the uplifting thought of me getting to the bottom of the pile of paperwork and that has indeed been achieved. Sighs of relief all round. To be quite honest, I didn’t get up to all that much in Berlin initially, though I did meet up a few times with people I know from Sheffield Uni who are also on their Year Abroad here and I signed up to be a Tandem Partner. I wouldn’t really recommend becoming a Tandem Partner because I personally felt like it was like going on a blind date and just found it awkward most of the time – you either click or you don’t. It’s hard to develop a friendship out of it. Continue reading
I’ve left leafy Sheffield and its gorgeous Peaks for pastures new. Berlin. City life. Actual city life. Not feels-like-a-big-village Sheffield city life. Excited and petrified at the same time, name an emotion and I’m probably feeling it. ‘Best year of your life’ is the phrase that gets thrown at me when I tell people I’m starting my year abroad, but I remain somewhat sceptical. Pitching expectations too high can be dangerous and lead to bitter disappointment so instead I’ll simply wait and see how it all unfolds. It might be amazing, it might be awful. Who really knows? Continue reading