I wanted to start my own blog for a while now, but whenever I felt a spurt of motivation, it wasn’t enough to actually kick myself into the butt hard enough to actually do it. Well, I guess it worked out in the end anyway! Not without having the blog ready to go lying around for a bit, though. Don’t get the wrong impression that I know what I am doing. If you read this, know that I hope you have the most wonderful day.

So what’s this about then?

I’m Ellie, born in Germany, now living in England. I have a man, two cats, and a lot of fun in my life. Nothing spectacular, mind you. I am not living the… – OH! HOLD UP! Here’s probably your first German nonsense I am going to teach you on this website. Actually, hold on, let me just write down the idea I just had. Right, I’m going to wrap a nice little German gift for you into every article. Wait, wait, wait, where are my notes…

Right, sorry, I’m back. As I was saying, I am not living the [Highlife in Tüten]¹ (HA! See this? Yep. I like that. I’m going to implement that. You’re own tiny little dictionary) – as in, there are definitely people out there who are way more impressive than I am. But that’s really not what’s it about, is it? The importance is, that you’re happy. And I’m happy. And that’s what I can offer. I can offer someone who migrated into this wonderfully wild country and who can share some insights, experiences, rants and compliments, all while simply being happy with her life. And I am more than happy to share insights on this, too.

Another header here would be nice

As you can see, the beginning of a blog is apparently quite useless. Just to get started somewhere and somehow, I guess? I mean, I’ve got a pile of things (like your front gardens, or how ashamed your bread should be, or how much I love your landscape!) I want to share with you and am excited to publish here, but somehow it feels almost intrusive to just start without a, you know, introduction?

I’m also conscious I am probably a couple of hundred words in at this point and have literally said nothing. If you’re still with me, may you find an extra donut in your [Tüte]² next time you buy some. But you know what? That’s totally fine. It just means that I conquered the hardest of steps – correct, beginning something – and after this, I can actually start making sense. Just getting the first thing out of the way can sometimes be difficult, can’t it? But you know, the first steps don’t have to be perfect. Nothing has to be. They just have to come from a good place and get rid of the thing inside of you that tells you that climbing that mountain will be impossible. It might be, you know. But at least you started, instead of stopping before the first step was made. Getting halfway up there is still a massive success.

Ah, well.

Dear you, this is me.

[Picture by Mae Mu – thank you!]

1. “Highlife in Tüten” – an absolute fun way for a Northern German^{(this is important as everyone below Hamburg will probably be quite confused)} to describe a place to be or a very exciting thing/event. Literally translates to “highlife in bags”. Aaaah, proverbs. ↩︎
2. “Tüte” /TEW-ta/ – a small bag, usually out of paper or plastic. Like the ones you can get at a supermarket, but also the cute tiny ones you’d find sweets in. ↩︎