About this time three years ago I was arriving in Germany to start something new. I brought a huge Suitcase stuffed till bursting and a few hundred dollars in cash and was really nervous about what I was about to do. I was leaving my friends and family thousands of miles away. I didn’t speak the language. I knew only a few people. I had no job. Luckily however, I had a room in an apartment that I had never seen. I had Meike but we had never really spent so much time with each other like other “normal” couples do. I didn’t really know if it was going to work out between us or not.
I got to Lüneburg and crashed for a few hours and then it was time for “Tanz in den Mai”. I wasn’t sure what that was but I found out. Go here for more info. Two days later I was introduced for the first time to German bureaucracy as I had to register myself at the Burgeramt/Auslandsbehörde letting the local government basically know that, Hey I’m here and I’m a foreigner. then a few days later I signed up for German classes at the Deutschinstitut in Hamburg. A week later I started my classes.
The rest, they say, is history.