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Au Pair Chronicles: The Swarm

Sometimes being an expat makes you feel a bit isolated. But expats tend to swarm. Photo (cc) flickr user Patrick Mayon

This is part seventeen in a series about the year that I spent au pairing in Germany.  To catch up on the rest of the series, click here.

Expats tend to swarm. It’s a survival tactic really. If somebody were to drop you in the middle of the ocean, you’d swim for shore. Except that “shore” in expat terms is “a place where I can meet other people who speak my native language so I don’t have to be so god damned alone all the time.” Our hive those first few months was an Australian sports bar. Hard to imagine now.  Sports bars aren’t really my scene.

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Expat Life: German Sauna Culture

German saunas: I love ‘em! Photo (cc) flickr user Matti Mattila

Summer has come to Mainz, Germany in a big rainy mess.  Days are warm (ish).  It rains.  It’s gray for weeks.  Then suddenly it’s hot as hell.  But since it’s mostly just cool to cold I have reinstated my sacred sauna tradition.  (Tuesdays and Fridays, four hours for 10 euros at Taubertsbergbad!  Holla!)  It has become critical to my sanity.  Without it I am less patient, can tolerate less frustration.  But give me four weekly hours of steam, and I am a saint.  Or as near to one as I will ever be.

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Moving to Germany: Fly Away

A lot of my blog readers and people I meet ask me how it happened that I decided to move to Germany. Well, the short answer is that I got a job au pairing in Frankfurt. But the long answer I’m addressing in a serial. This is part two. You can read one segment each Friday on Click Clack Gorilla about how I decided to move to Germany and become an au pair, or catch up on the segments already published here.

Frankfurt am Main

Frankfurt am Main. Photo copyright Nicolette Stewart

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Deciding to Move to Germany: How It Happened

A lot of my blog readers and people I meet ask me how it happened that I decided to move to Germany.  Well, the short answer is that I got a job au pairing in Frankfurt.  But the long answer I’m addressing in a serial.  This is part one.  You can read one segment each Friday on Click Clack Gorilla about how I decided to move to Germany and become an au pair, or catch up on the segments already published here.

Bags packed and ready to go: On my way to Germany. Photo copyright Nicolette Stewart

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Moving to Germany: Frequently Asked Questions

Thinking of packing your suitcase and becoming an expat? Here are some tips on how to make it happen. Photo cc flickr user Jonas Design & Photography

Thinking of packing your suitcase and becoming an expat? Here are some tips on how to make it happen. Photo cc flickr user Jonas Design & Photography

Ever since I started blogging about my expat life in Germany, I’ve gotten questions from readers asking for help.  People wanted to know more about my decision to come here, about getting a job or a visa, and about learning the language.  As I often get the same questions again and again, I’ve put together a few of the most frequently asked so that it is easier for you to find answers.  If I haven’t touched upon something you’d love to know more about, leave your questions in the comments, and I will include them in future Q&A blog posts.

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Six years in germany: Expat reflections

The author during her second year in Germany, overlooking Dresden.  Photo (c) ClickClackGorilla

The author during her second year in Germany, overlooking Dresden. Photo (c) ClickClackGorilla

I suppose time has always moved at this pace, but with something to measure it by, it always appears to have sped up behind my back. The end of another school year, the celebration of another birthday, the day that marks your six-year anniversary in a country you landed in—in fact, stayed in—completely by accident.

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