Three years in Munich

Three years in Munich

With the Russian invasion still ongoing, my feelings about us moving to Germany are obviously skewed. To this day, every day, at a random point in time, I suddenly realize how unbelievably lucky we are. We had the luxury of choosing where to go, we had time to prepare ourselves, and most importantly, it was our choice. It was a good choice. I will choose Munich again.

If you want to help Ukrainians, here is where you can do it

- There are many pets in the fighting area whose owners were killed or displaced. They need food and medical care.

- I know those guys from my motorcycle life in Ukraine. They were saving lives then and do the same now.

- Those guys are risking lives saving others on the front line:

- Most importantly, all of that does not make much sense if the army of Ukraine does not have enough rounds, warm clothes, vehicles, etc.

Mari received a government grant to obtain the required work certification, I was promoted to team lead, and our cat finally got health insurance. So yeah, you know, I have nothing serious to complain about. Of course, there are small annoying things, like DHL’s weird style of delivering parcels, public transport not working because of strikes, or those bicycle self-service stations that are not adequately maintained. But I think we learned the ways to mitigate most of those annoyances.

our flat in Munich

In the meantime, we are renting the same flat. Since my last report, we harvested our first tomatoes and jalapenos on our balcony. This season we have big plans for broccoli. The thought of moving to a not far countryside still sits in the back of our minds, but we haven't taken any action to move. We were extra lucky with the current flat and can't find enough reason to justify the hustle.

almost ready do harvest jalapeños

Ah. We Also saved the life of one of our elderly neighbors. That was a wild night full of action. In the end, we managed to call an ambulance and helped the arrived team to do their job. That required some German skills. My German is not good enough, and I am switching to English as soon as possible. Which I am not proud of, and I plan to put more effort into learning the language this year. But Mari is really good. So, in our family, she does the talking.

Those were Germany-related changes in our lives. See you in a year.

This is a series of anniversary posts.

The previous one you can read here: Two years in Munich .