America vs Germany

When I came to the United States last year I thought for some reason I would go back to the Western World and everything would be more or less the…

Last Goodbyes and First Impressions

Is this real life? Is this just fantasy? The opening lyrics of Queen’s “Bohemian Rhapsody” may seem commonplace, but on the eve of my move to Marseille, they came to…

The Big Move

If you think Adventure is scary, try routine — Paulo Coelho December 2008. My father had passed away a month earlier. I felt numb, unable to feel joy or pain….

When No Place Is Home

This post deviates from my usual focus on being a religious feminist in the USA, and it deviates for a good reason: I am in the process of moving to…

Surviving without Driving

I’ve had a car with me throughout my life, in high school, through college, down to my first apartment in Washington, DC, and certainly to my new place in North…

Reflections on Home

Home is a funny thing. For the first 18 years of my life, home was the one bedroom apartment I shared with my mother, father, and sister in Manhattan. And…