November is a pretty significant one for me this year. Permit me, for a second, to discount the horrific shit-abyss into which this year has descended and focus on some positives. Firstly it was my mum’s 60th birthday. Secondly, my girl Bee celebrated her one year anniversary and a year since I got to stand up with her while she became a Mrs. It’s my last full month at work until halfway into next year and the last full month before I become a mum.
It’s also *gulp* the last month of my twenties.
Which started, like so many eras, with too much make up and too much cheap alcohol.
Forgive me internet, for I have sinned. It’s been nearly a month since my last pregnancy update. It seems like such a long time putting it that way- like, I’m nearly a whole month more pregnant. In my defence, I’ve been busy preparing for actually being a parent. This month has seen antenatal classes, birth plans, hospital bags, maternity meetings and baby showers. All things that make impending parenthood seem very, very real indeed.
Have you ever visited somewhere and instantly just clicked? Like, even if you’d never been there before, something about the place, its people, its atmosphere and its culture just resonated with you? Berlin, for me, is that place. I visited it for the first time last year, and a second trip in June confirmed that my love for it at first sight wasn’t just a passing thing.
I’d never heard anyone say anything bad about Berlin, and I’d never heard of any bad experiences. I didn’t hesitate then, when some pals told me they were booking tickets for Deftones in November 2015, to get in on the action. It helped my enthusiasm that I hadn’t actually had a holiday abroad since I went to Prague for my 21st (enthusiasm or, y’know, recklessness, because who books tickets without considering the travel or expense part of it). We booked a hotel, looked up things to do, even managed to squeeze in five days of holiday in between bridesmaid duties for my girl Bee and my Master’s graduation. So far, so perfect, no?