Frankfurt, Dresden, Frankfurt, Mainz, Frankfurt. It seems I can’t move to another city in Germany without making a stop back in the first German town I ever called home. And now, as of Saturday, here I am calling it home again. Who’d have thought?
My husband certainly hadn’t. I’d always had a soft spot for the city—there were so many gritty, interesting little corners—and after all, Frankfurt ist ein Dorf (Frankfurt is a village). It may be one of Germany’s big cities and its banking capital, but it doesn’t feel like a big city. Particularly not after you’ve been in New York. But that is part of its beauty: it has a small-town feeling with a big-city’s perks. I’ve never understood why so many expat bloggers spend so much time railing on the place. It’s quite charming if you give it a chance, I say, though my husband is yet another who has never been able to see the place through my eyes.
Moved in and in need of a few things, I found myself walking down Bergerstrasse—the main road through Bornheim, lined with independent shops, second hand stores, boutiques, cafes. It is a pleasant place for a walk, if a bit crowded on Saturdays, and I had often strolled there during my previous stints in the city. Many of the shops remained, and just as many had been replaced by more trendy digs: bubble tea places, cupcake shops. Some shops had been there all along, though I had never noticed them—two second hand children’s stores, for example. The walk was a strange mixture of the familiar and the novel.
Moving back to a city where you have lived before is a grab bag. So much to re-visit—things you may have missed in your absence suddenly back in your life—and so much that has changed in your absence waiting to be discovered.
Have any of you moved recently? How did you adjust to your new home?