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Nine days since we arrived in Berlin. It's like we always lived here. At least now the government recognizes that we're here. One more step, but it opens up two more thanks to the German bureaucracy. 

But we are here and we are safe, in our new apartment that looks out over the Berlin Wall, that old relic of our childhoods that we've seen on television be chiseled apart in 1989. Now the city is a mishmash of cultures and memories, the immigrants and the old world clashing in graffiti, monuments, Doner stands, elegant trams gliding along the street, and a dozen accents and languages flowing in the Mitte district at the center of the city. 

We are here, new immigrants in a rental van from Copenhagen. We are veterans in the EU move now, almost three years on the continent. Three years ago we were tearing down our American lives to come here, not sure how things would go. We have made it, despite the turbulence of bad bosses and pandemics. 

And I love you. Thank you for coming with me. Happy monthly anniversary.