Life in the fast lane

So, here I am still in Germany, still in awe every few days that I am, in fact, living in Europe. I have actual friends that will be near impossible to leave, an incredible view from my windows every morning, a furry friend that comes to visit me daily and I can actually understand and somewhat speak a lick or two of German.

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With pleasure comes pain, however; and I have missed home and my family more than ever these last few weeks. Attempting to replenish the bank account I depleted in my first two months, my friends and I have tried to lay low as much as possible, and pass up and trip or two to Munich in the mean time. Don’t let this fool you, we have had plenty of fun rocking out to Avril Lavigne and stuffing our mouths with pizza until 3 am. Taylor’s 23rd Birthday was this week, and that is exactly what we did. Helena and I made her chocolate covered Stroop Waffles and Pretzels. Here’s one that’ll blow your mind. Germany… the land of beer, pretzels and chocolate… has never heard and is just repulsed by the idea of chocolate covered pretzels. WHAT?! I’ll let you know when I accept that statement, because they were DEEELISH!

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Hopefully, coming soon will be plans for travelling to London and Paris, via the InterRail train pass. The idea of being able to travel up to 30 countries for the same price as a plane ticket is just genius!

Big news in my life is the countdown to mom arriving, which is in something like 1 week and 5 days. Not that I am counting down the hours or anything (288). And that means, the week of my birthday will be spent in the mountains.. yeah, I said it and I can not WAIT! (Now.. if the snow would just go away, that would be perfect!)

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Eva, still has yet to have the baby. I haven’t updated you much on this, sorry. But about 3-4 times a week we get a “this is it” scare and we all start to get a little panicky that labor has (finally!) begun and we are on our way to the end of this pregnancy. Buuuut, every time it’s just kidding, and against the doctors foresight.. this baby is, in fact, NOT coming early and we are all still walking on egg shells. Any day, any day…. I have been saying that for the last month, but really, this time it’s ANY day. Eva’s actual due date is this coming week.. so come onnnnn baby! 

 

Is this real life?

Here we go, the start to a never ending cycle… “Nummer 1”

Yes, I googled that. I do not know a lich of German. I don’t know how to tell you my name, my age or where I am from. I feel like Kailyn, my two-year old neice. The only word I know how to say is “No.” NICHT! Hey, at least I know how to avoid the things I don’t want……right?

If I had a dime for every time I was asked who, what, when, where or why I am doing this I probably could have payed for my flight three times over. But, again, for your sake and to get things started I will answer one more time.

What is an AuPair?

Always the first question. “Such a weird word.” Google it. Seriously, google is a beautiful thing and it will tell you more than I ever can.

AuPair: A young foreign person, typically a woman, who helps with housework or child care in exchange for room and board.

It’s a french word. It means “to be equal” or “to become one.” I join a family. I become a sister, a friend, a confident, a newfound daughter, a mother and a foreigner all in one. I am to be equal to these people I join with for the next year or so. Lucky them! ;)

Let’s get down to it. You are probably still questioning me.

“So you’re like.. a maid, right”  O.o

Not so much. Basically, I move. I leave everything I know and have ever known and I move across the world for the next year or so.  I take everything I own, and I relocate it to Dorfen, Germany and hope that my luggage doesn’t get lost.

I care for two little girls- soon to be three- while their parents are working. I have time off to travel, I take language courses and learn the Germany way. I drink German beer on the weekends. I get spending money and get to travel the world in return. I also get 24/7 access to Skype. For all of my super paranoid family members. Continue reading