Trash made… simple???

“Which trash does this go in?” was a question I asked on almost a daily basis after first arriving in Germany. In the States, discarding of trash is a simple thing. If you don’t want it anymore, you throw it away. End of story. It all ends up in a large bag that gets picked up…

An American’s View On Socialism

As an American, I’m a little shameful of the fact that for a few brief moments, I actually entertained the idea that perhaps socialism wasn’t such a bad thing. Germans like it. They all have health care and, generally speaking, feel cared for by their government. Just like Americans rarely question democracy, Germans don’t really…

On June 17th my husband and I went to the Immigration Office so I could officially and legally let Germany know who I am, where I am, and why I’m here. After entering my information in the computer, the very nice man looked at my husband, spouted off some German, and my husband said to…

89 days later…

My flight landed in Germany 89 days, 17 hours, and 5 minutes ago. In two days, I’ll have been here for 3 months, and I find myself falling more in love with this country every single day. I know when Americans hear “Arkansas” they think of farmers, kissing cousins, and pregnant women who walk around barefoot…