[adj. bit·ter·sweet \ˈbi-tər-ˌswēt\] – pleasant but including or marked by elements of sadness or regret

So, the moving company came over today for the first check and inspection and it then hit me – we are left with exactly 35 more days in Munich. 35 days of clear and crisp air, well-stocked supermarkets, mountains at your doorstep and the nooks and crannies of a city you have been getting to know. 35 days of your favorite yoga studio, your favorite coffee shop and your favorite sushi place. 35 days of family and friends…

Of course we are not being banished into exile for the next three years and will be back every now and then. But a move always gets you thinking: is it all worth it? Is it worth it leaving your friends and family behind? Is it worth it missing important events such as weddings, one of your best mate’s becoming a parent, family gatherings and traditions? Is it worth it – the fear of coming back home after those years and not being able to integrate as life has moved on without you?

These “dark thoughts”, interspersed with the challenges of finding a roof over our head, packing up and a fair amount of visits to embassies just to name a few, do however give way to the excitement and thrill of living in a new place. New hoods to explore, new cafes to check out or a small personal accomplishment when you’ve mastered the tone of a vocab and therefore stopped calling your book “stupid” (for the Mandarin speakers out there: 一本书 vs. 一笨书) but finally mastered the pronunciation of said measure word. And the most exciting of all – a new culture to immerse yourself into. 

As for now, it’s back to the question of the day – do you sacrifice clothes for the sake of taking your coffee machine in the air cargo?